Under the midnight moon of Ceylon, on the night of her debutante ball at the Governors palace. Alexa Howard met her cousin, Nicholas Dameron. And in the sardonic curl of his hard, sensuous lips, in the commanding arrogance of his eyes, Alexa beheld the fierce, implacable passion that would render her helpless to the trembling slavery of desire.

EVERY KIND OF LOVE A WOMAN CAN BE MADE TO FEEL

Within the golden softness of Alexas alluring gentility flowed the insatiable fires of an innocent womans awakening love--and the fury of a betrayed womans lust for revenge. Through the nightworlds of Naples, Rome, Paris and London, she was pursued by men who heartlessly wanted her beauty. But her soul was possessed by the man whose touch was unbearable ecstasy, whose cruelty was ravishing torment, whose tenderness was passions fulfillment. Nicholas Dameron had taken her virtue and mocked her pride. But his love was the offering of every pleasure a woman has ever dared to dream of.