Wicked Loving Lies. Rosemary Rogers

Wicked Loving Lies

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Her golden eyes stared mesmerized into his sleepy gray ones with dark pupils that seemed to contract as recognition flared in them.

“You!” Suddenly he held her pinned down by the shoulders, his face staring down into hers. “How did you contrive it? Did you put one of your gypsy spells on poor Donald and my ship, as well? No wonder we’ve had such a bad voyage—a woman aboard ship always brings bad luck! What are you doing here?”

There was a cruel, dangerous look on his face, and sheer desperation made Marisa shout back at him.

“You—you threw me in here last night! And if I’m such bad luck, why don’t you just throw me overboard and have done with it? You’re such a rotten bully, no wonder all your men are so afraid of you! Well, I’m not. You can’t do anything worse to me than you have already—”

She was appalled at her own boldness.

He shook her, his fingers digging in to her bare shoulders.

“Don’t be too sure of that,” he muttered.

“This is exactly what her many fans crave, and Rogers serves it up with a polished flair.”

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