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Dance of Submission
By: Gabriel ReeseImprint: Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc
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His for a single night: by right of the dance, by right of passion. Straight laced Persephone Landers surrenders her body to the bonds and the touch of the mysterious, tattooed Polynesian. What the reluctant blonde tourist does not realize, however, is that the man is no hired entertainer, but the prince of the island.magine her surprise when he shows up half a world away to claim her as his possession.forever.
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| Title of eBook: Dance of Submission | |
| Release Date: 07-28-2004 | |
| Publisher: Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc |
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| Parent title | Dance of Submission |
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| Encrypted (DRM) | Yes |
| SKU | 9785551303886 |
| File size | 1260 |
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Dance of Submission
Copyright Reese Gabriel, 2004. All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
He was pointing straight at her.
The most beautiful man Persephone had ever seen. Half-Polynesian, half-Anglo, utterly naked save for a strip of white cloth tied round his firm waist. With or without the pair of mai tais, she'd have been resilient as gelatin in his presence. All that tattooed skin?muscles bulging in that sensual, uniquely Pacific island way?the pale brownness offset by slightly elongated, sapphire-blue eyes, features like an exotic cat in the firelight. Gorgeous. Untouchable.
Or was he?
Again the finger beckoned, that of the bare-chested dream man, his hair blacker than the sky, pouring untamed down his corded back.
Her imagination ran wild with possibilities. None of them G-rated, none of them even remotely realistic.
"Go on, Sefy," urged her troublemaking girlfriend Stacy, pushing her forward into the fire-ringed circle. "He wants you."
"Yea, come on," agreed the equally traitorous Debbie. "Live a little. It's our last night on the island."
They held her upper arms, preventing her planned escape back to the relative safety of her hotel room. "I am living," she squealed, digging her bare heels into the sand. "Quite happily, I might add."
"As an old maid, maybe," snorted Stacy, who'd roped her not only into viewing this corny outdoor dance show, but the entire week's island vacation as well?a vacation, which, in Persephone's opinion, had been a colossal waste of time and money. "Now are you going out there or do we have to confiscate your PDA and your laptop till we get home?"
"You wouldn't dare and besides?"
Sefy's a...
He was pointing straight at her.
The most beautiful man Persephone had ever seen. Half-Polynesian, half-Anglo, utterly naked save for a strip of white cloth tied round his firm waist. With or without the pair of mai tais, she'd have been resilient as gelatin in his presence. All that tattooed skin?muscles bulging in that sensual, uniquely Pacific island way?the pale brownness offset by slightly elongated, sapphire-blue eyes, features like an exotic cat in the firelight. Gorgeous. Untouchable.
Or was he?
Again the finger beckoned, that of the bare-chested dream man, his hair blacker than the sky, pouring untamed down his corded back.
Her imagination ran wild with possibilities. None of them G-rated, none of them even remotely realistic.
"Go on, Sefy," urged her troublemaking girlfriend Stacy, pushing her forward into the fire-ringed circle. "He wants you."
"Yea, come on," agreed the equally traitorous Debbie. "Live a little. It's our last night on the island."
They held her upper arms, preventing her planned escape back to the relative safety of her hotel room. "I am living," she squealed, digging her bare heels into the sand. "Quite happily, I might add."
"As an old maid, maybe," snorted Stacy, who'd roped her not only into viewing this corny outdoor dance show, but the entire week's island vacation as well?a vacation, which, in Persephone's opinion, had been a colossal waste of time and money. "Now are you going out there or do we have to confiscate your PDA and your laptop till we get home?"
"You wouldn't dare and besides?"
Sefy's a...
