It begins with an illicit kiss stolen under a hot Mediterranean sun. It makes the blood sing in her veins, burn in her body in ways she has never felt before. It is a pulsing need to be something else...something she doesn't yet understand. It is embodied by Davinoff. The dark lord is the epitome of beauty, of strength. He is feared by the ton, and even by fleeing to Bath, Sarah cannot escape him. His eyes hold a sadness she can hardly fathom. They pierce her so deeply that she feels penetrated to her very core. What they offer is frightening...and tantalizing. All Sarah knows is that the sacrament of his love will either be the death of her body or the salvation of her soul. And she can no more deny it than she can herself.--This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.