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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Joyce, Brenda
  • Author:  Joyce, Brenda
  • ISBN-10:  0440614171
  • ISBN-10:  0440614171
  • ISBN-13:  9780440614173
  • ISBN-13:  9780440614173
  • Publisher:  Dell
  • Publisher:  Dell
  • Pages:  396
  • Pages:  396
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Mar-2002
  • Pub Date:  01-Mar-2002
  • SKU:  0440614171-11-MPOD
  • SKU:  0440614171-11-MPOD
  • Item ID: 100180509
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He murdered his wife, they whispered. Nicholas Bragg, Earl of Dragmore, was notorious--even after a British court found him innocent. Now they called him Lord of Darkness, as much for his rakish good looks as for his black reputation.

She was an innocent at passion's gate. Arriving uninvited at the massive stone manor, she shivered with terror--and excitement. Jane Barclay was his ward. Her sunny, innocent nature was in violent contrast to his hot temper. He was wild, explosive, an uncouth Texas rakehell--exactly the wrong kind of man for an English beauty to tame.

Together they would be swept into the dark storm of their passionate destiny...and wild, all-consuming love.Brenda Joyceis theNew York TimesandUSA Todaybestselling author of forty-nine novels and five novellas. There are more than fourteen million copies of her novels in print and she is published in more than a dozen countries. A native New Yorker, she now lives in southern Arizona with her son, dogs, and numerous Arabian and half-Arabian reining horses. Brenda divides her time between her twin passions: writing powerful love stories and her quest to become a nationally ranked top-ten equestrian.He wasn’t in a particularly good mood.
 
But then again, the Earl of Dragmore wasn’t particularly well-known for his good moods.
 
Nicholas Bragg, Lord Shelton, stood staring out of the French doors his wife had insisted on, a letter dangling loosely from his hand. The vista that greeted him was spectacular: endless lawns of emerald green carefully, faithfully manicured, thick beds of pink roses, a long, curving graveled drive, and beyond, sweeping green hills framed by oaks in the last of summer’s lushness. The earl was not soothed. His hard mouth was twisted into an even harder line; the tendons in his powerful brown hand tightened, and he crushed the letter. “Damn!”
 
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