The battle was lost before it even began; he had never before or ever would again see another beauty such as hers again. Her long dark ravens’ mane hair had grown out to her lush curvaceous hips, and it moved like fine silk blowing in the flower sweetened air. Her ice blue eyes spoke of past betrayals, the hard lived life of a past, and yes, he could see it very clearly, still there even after all these years- need.

She gazed up at the honeycombed rogue in front of her and had a hard time from keeping her knees to buckle beneath her. He was a fine looking man she decided immediately. Never in her life had she been so drawn to a man with a pair of deep passionate green eyes the color of emeralds that seemed to be keeping a fire banked deep within them just yearning to be spark to life.

She couldn’t stop the emotions that raced through her when he reached out for her hand and kissed it to his sinful lips. At first it was wariness and suspicions, and then an overwhelming need that had Lariana McCullan spinning down an unforgettable path. A path towards the man she had once despised and loved with a passion she would never forget. Could she ever trust him with her heart? Would he betray her like all the men before? She didn’t know, but the boy she had once known, was now the full grown and handsome Ian O’Connor, was slowly edging her heart closer to the warmth she had long ago buried away.


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