He was Nicholas Bertold..an arrogant and handsome wealthy nobleman, the man they called 'the satanic Frenchman.' From the moment he first touched her, Alain Daviot knew her fate was sealed. The hot waves of desire she felt in his arms overrode her fears--and her haunting suspicions that Nicholas Bertold had killed her brother for his land and title..Then, as his bride, Alain was swept from the English countryside to the gay salons of nineteenth-century Paris, arriving finally at the magnificent, imposing Chateau Bertold. There, as ever, she was powerless against her hunger for this man accused of an unspeakable crime. And though her heart found paradise in the heat of his passion, chilling--and terrible--possibilities troulbed her mind. Did she really know the mysterious Nicholas Bertold..her lover, her husband, her master, the man who held her so utterly spellbound in a web of Dark Desire.