Your darkest desires and deepest dreams are brought to life by the pens of twelve talented authors of erotic fiction. Join them for an exploration of their garden of delights as each month a different author delves into the heart of her fantasies.

Together, we cover a number of genres from historical to futuristic, from scary horror to action/adventure, from erotically sensual to pass-the-fire-extinguisher-HOT! As a group, we have written more than 100 novels.

Our newsletter is released on the 15th of each month. We'll always have interesting articles, excerpts, and featured author interviews, as well as recipes, reviews, and answers to any of your questions about our books and your favorite characters. Each month we'll have a contest with lots of good things to give away to our newsletter subscribers.

Congratulations to Diane, who has won the Siren's April contest! Diane won a gift pack of scented body lotion and bath oils from Bath and Body Works, a box of Godiva chocolates and a copy of THE ABDUCTION OF EMMA from Beverly Havlir.

Now on to May!

Elisa Adams has offered a wonderfully sweet gift of a gift certificate for some sumptious Godiva chocolate along with a download from her steamy vampire book MIDNIGHT!

MIDNIGHT By Elisa Adams
Washed-up horror movie actress Amara Daniels is looking for a new career. When she's kidnapped by a crazed fan who swears he's a vampire, she thinks she's hit rock bottom. What she doesn't count on is the wild attraction between them that quickly surpasses the boiling point... and the fact that he might not be delusional at all.

Elisa Adams has written a winner with this book - and don't miss her other books, DEMONIC OBSESSION, JUST ANOTHER NIGHT (my personal favorite!) and DREAM STALKER.

Sign up for the Sirens Newsletter and be eligible for the drawing to be held June 15th.

Best wishes!
Sam

Katherine Kingston's novella "Walpurgis Night" in the EQUINOX (1) anthology is a finalist in the novella category of the TARA Scarlett Letter Award for "exemplary sensual romances." Four of the five finalists in the novella category were Ellora's Cave stories.

Katherine has also turned in her next novel, HEALING PASSION, a sequel to RULING PASSION and BINDING PASSION. It's scheduled for release in June.

Titania Ladley is pleased to announce the upcoming release of her first Ellora's Cave full-length novel, JENNIE IN A BOTTLE, tentatively planned as a late May release. For more information, see http://www.ellorascave.com/ or http://www.titanialadleyromance.com/.

Elisa is a featured author at The Romance Studio’s Blue this month. Take a look at her feature at www.theromancestudio.com/blue. Elisa’s new forum is now live! Check out the forum at http://www.elisaadams.com/ for the latest news, excerpts from all Elisa’s upcoming titles, contests, and new book covers.

The winner of my April NEWSLETTER Contest was W. Van Noorloos! WVN won two free e-books – SPELL OF THE CHAMELEON by Titania Ladley and STRENGTH IN NUMBERS 1: DOUBLE JEOPARDY by Rachel Bo. Congratulations!

The winner of my April WEB SITE E-book Contest was Cassandra G. Farrar! Cassie also won two free e-books - THE PHALLUS FROM DALLAS by Ciarra Sims and Samantha Winston and STRENGTH IN NUMBERS I: DOUBLE JEOPARDY by Rachel Bo.

My next NEWSLETTER CONTEST begins today! One lucky winner will receive two free e-books - WAITING FOR IT by Rhyannon Byrd and SYMPHONY IN RAPTURE by Rachel Bo. All entries received by midnight on May 31, 2004 will be eligible. ENTER NOW for your chance to win! Visit http://groups.yahoo.com/group/passion_in_print/join/ to join now and see how to win!

May’s WEB SITE CONTEST is also in progress! One lucky winner will receive two free e-books – RUNNING MATE by Jaci Burton and RINGING IN THE SEASON by Rachel Bo. For your chance to enter May’s WEB SITE contest, visit http://webpages.charter.net/rachelbo/ NOW and follow the instructions on the CONTEST INFO page.

Titania Ladley will be the first author to be featured with an exciting contest at the new Enchanted In Romance review site. Check them out at: http://www.enchantedinromance.com/. The contest is scheduled to begin on May 28, 2004, and will highlight Titania's new upcoming Ellora's Cave release, JENNIE IN A BOTTLE, set on a lush tropical island. Prizes will include tiki and/or tropical cups, a download of Titania's Ellora's Cave Quickie SPELL OF THE CHAMELEON, Devilish Dot's gift certificates and a promo pack. Don't miss all the fun!

Summer Solstice Contest!

Celebrate summer with some hot stories!

Sirens Samantha Winston and Beverly Havlir, together with several author friends, are having a drawing on the night of the summer solstice--June 21, and you can win some fabulous prizes!

So check out Samantha’s website at http://www.samanthawinston.com/ or Beverly’s website at http://www.beverlyhavlir.com/ for more details. All you have to do is find the Roses of Summer...Each author has hidden one rose on her website. You must find a rose on each site to win downloads of their books, and more! Contest will start of May 15.

May the Roses of Summer lead you to a sizzling solstice!

Cassie Walder has been busy lately tending sick relatives. She asks your prayers and/or good thoughts for her mother and mother-in-law who are both quite ill and scheduled for serious surgery.

J.C. WILDER: Thanks for sitting down with me, Elisa. I noticed from your website that you have four titles available, what brought you to Ellora’s Cave?

ELISA ADAMS: A couple of years ago I was taking a look at the Writerspace chat page, and noticed a link for Ellora's Cave. I thought it looked like an interesting place, so I decided to submit a manuscript.

JC: How long have you been writing professionally?

ELISA: I sold my first book, a suspense novel (writing as Dawn Munroe) to Writer's Exchange Epublishing a little over 2 years ago, and then Just Another Night to Ellora's Cave a few weeks after that. Up until that point, my writing had been a hobby.

JC: What drives you to write?

ELISA: Usually my characters. They dictate what happens, and when. Sometimes a storyline becomes an obsession, but for the most part I let the characters tell the story.

JC: Please tell us about your latest title.

ELISA: Demonic Obsession, the second book in my vampire and demon series, was released in November, 2003. Ellie is a witch, an artist who has bad luck with relationships. When she gets involved with Eric, a man she first thinks is a vampire, a killer threatens her life.

JC: What releases do you have coming up?

ELISA: I have 3 releases scheduled for this year. The first is a story in the anthology In Moonlight, with you--JC Wilder--and Liddy Midnight. My story is called Wishful Thinking. It's about a young widow, a healer on a small island in Maine, who falls in love with a big city lawyer even though she knows they're too different to make a relationship work. The anthology is scheduled for release in July.

In September, the third book in my vampire and demon series will be available, and sometime later this year I have a contemporary comedy called Dirty Pictures scheduled. There's more information on my website (www.elisaadams.com) and some excerpts on my forum.

JC: Your website mentions your three children. What advice can you give to a parent who wants to write but just can’t find the time?

ELISA: Carve out a little time to write whenever you can. Even five or ten minutes here and there can make a big difference. Sneak in writing during nap time, very early in the morning, or after they go to bed.

A Palm Pilot with a full-sized keyboard was a huge help to me before the kids started going to school full time. Then I could take it with me when we sat outside, or write while they watched TV or read in the afternoons.

JC: What is your favorite dessert?

ELISA: Lemon squares or Lindt chocolate.

JC: What is your favorite spring activity?

ELISA: Playing basketball at the park with the kids.

JC: Is there anything else you’d like to share with the readers?

ELISA: I'm a featured author at The Romance Studio's Blue this month (www.theromancestudio.com/blue) so be sure to take a look!

1. With your naked partner’s help, in a heavy medium saucepan, combine the egg yolks, sugar, milk, half- and-half or light cream, chocolate, and coffee crystals.

2. While your partner stands behind you and fondles your breasts and other erogenous zones, cook and stir over medium heat until the mixture is slightly thickened and bubbly (should be as ready for whipping as you are after your partner’s fondling ); remove from heat.

3. Beat mixture with a rotary beater until smooth. Your partner should be doing the same to you with a nice feather flogger. Transfer to a medium bowl (the mixture, not the flogger!). Cool thoroughly by placing bowl in a sink or large bowl of ice water; stir occasionally. Stir in whiskey.

4. In a large mixing bowl beat whipping cream with an electric mixer on medium speed until soft peaks form (like your nipples, only in the mixture the tips will curl). Fold in cooled chocolate mixture. Pour into an 8x8x2-inch baking pan. Cover and freeze at least 8 hours or overnight until firm. Use this time to indulge your most sensuous fantasies.

5. The next day, let stand at room temperature for 10 to 15 minutes before serving. Try eating it from your partner’s naked belly. Makes about 12 servings (1-1/2 quarts).

Congratulations to Sara - our winner of the Love at First Sight contest! Sara will get a 10$ gift certificate from Devilish Dott! We recieved some very tender, touching stories, and it was hard to choose - but this one was just wonderful - I think you'll agree!

He called. I remember it so clearly. I answered the phone in my traditional polite way "yeah.. " and there was this deep chuckle and a "Hello, you must be Sara.. may I please speak with Jennifer" God.. that voice literally did what the guys i had dated had never done . it was dark, and deep and had just the right edge of humor... and it made me speechless... so I said "uh...uh... yeah.. who is this?"... "Tell Jenn its Tom"...

For weeks.. every time I even thought of going out with a guy that voice came back... the dark chuckle, the hello... and I couldn't do it. The voice literally haunted me. it was in my dreams.. if people said Hello.. his echoed in my head... THEN I had to have surgery.. and I must have mentioned in the post-op haze that I thought I was in love because when I came too my roommate Jenn was jumping all over me about "Who the guy was" all I said was "he is just a voice"...but I didn't say "Tom" because I still thought she was in love with him.

I got a beautiful bouquet of flowers... and the card was signed "Sara, Get well soon.. Jennifer needs you back home. and I hope you can come to my next bbq. Love you princess, Macleod"

NOT a clue to who Macleod was... had to ask Jennifer. she said it "Just a guy I know from the Internet ".. "Just a guy" didn't sound like love.. so I figure Mac must like her enough to try and impress her but she was in love with someone else..probably "Tom" but she was being so secretive about who she loved that i was confused but agreed to go down to the bbq... to meet the man in love with my roommate. I mean after all he said "love you, princess..." right??.. it was on the card!

The day we were leaving (me literally moaning and groaning and witching about being a third wheel.. ...) We drove 5 hours.. to a house of a person I didn't know... and my mood getting less happy by the mile... I was so jealous of her.. she had "Mac" Lusting after her... and she Had Tom "the voice" calling her… I knock on the door.. a huge (6'7), longhaired, bearded guy with an earring answers... and I start to back up just a little almost on the verge of running (okay he was wearing a skull and bones t- shirt.. he is VERY intimidating!).. then he quirks a smile.. and says "Hello, you must be Sara".... That was the voice..... my brain mushed... I couldn't think of anything to say.. hell I couldn't think. It was the voice.. the one I had been thinking of forever.

then Tom said "I cant tell you how glad I am that we finally got to meet." I thought how weird.. he seemed as stunned as I was.

Jennifer bounded up the walk.. gave a quick hug to Tom and said "Hi Mac"... turned back to me.. worried about how I would react... All I could think was.. I had finally met the voice and it was the guy Jennifer loved.. and I was devastated.. then the door opened a bit wider.. and Jennifer disappeared inside.

I was just about to turn around and get in my car go home... when Tom said "I only wanted to have a bbq so that I could invite you..." Literally my heart was breaking...I couldn't blurt out "but I love you!!..." because my best friend meant the world to me...

Tom just chuckled... and practically purred.. "I am not interested in Jennifer... princess.." Okay thats my version of the story lol... its all true.. not love at first sight.. more like love before first sight...Oh and the love you princess on the card WAS for me... he still calls me princess (Sara means Hebrew princess) We got married one year to the day we met in front of 300 people and we now have 2 babes...

Sara

Danni polished the last claw on the eagle she was finishing up for the Mayfair Commission. Nodding to herself, she stepped back and wiped sweat from her forehead. Her air-conditioning had been on the fritz lately, and her t-shirt was plastered to her like a second skin. Abruptly, she peeled it off, tossing it in the direction of the cot, her bra and the rest of her clothes following within seconds.

Grellix’s mind reeled. The sun shone on his thought-mate, gilding her plump breasts, her rounded hips. Almost, he reached out with his mind and caressed her, but he stopped himself at the last minute, remembering how long she had stayed away the first time he had done that.

Danni turned. For several minutes, she stared into the gargoyle’s eyes, searching for that vibrant intelligence she kept sensing. Since he had arrived, she had felt like a new woman—sexy, young, and more alive than ever before. In the quiet times, when she was deep in concentration on a new sculpture, she sensed a presence. Watching her. Wanting her. Half the time she thought she was going crazy, the other half she thought she was the only sane person left in the world.

Idly, she lifted her long, dark brunette hair above her head, letting it cascade slowly through her fingers. Moving to a rhythm she felt in the soles of her feet, she began to dance, her gaze never straying from that of the stone gargoyle, her eyes drinking him in. She opened herself to the feeling, and the earth’s beat pulsed in her veins. Faster and faster she whirled, giving herself over at last to the presence that permeated the rocks, the dirt, the very essence of Gaia, letting it guide her wholly at last.

Grellix thought that his stone body might burst into a thousand pieces of rubble. His thought-mate danced like a goddess at his feet. Dancing for HIM, speaking to him in the primal rhythm of the earth. HERE IS YOUR REWARD, the gods seemed to be saying. HERE AT LAST IS THE REASON TO CONTINUE YOUR GUARDIANSHIP. Grellix’s stone heart ached. He longed for the night.

Danni danced until her welling desire made it impossible to continue. She collapsed on the floor, staring up at her gargoyle in mute appeal as her fingers found the hollow between her legs. She parted her moist lips, baring herself to the stone figure.

When Jack turned and Mia wasn’t behind him, he felt a sharp pang of disappointment. But what had he expected? He’d touched her in a way he shouldn’t have, not for a woman he barely knew. She probably thought he did this kind of thing all the time.

He didn’t.

In fact, his actions tonight surprised him almost as much as her kiss had. What had he been thinking? He was many things, but impulsive didn’t even make the list. He glanced at her across the sand. She stood looking out into the water, her towel clutched to her chest like a shield. Had he made a terrible mistake? There was only one way to find out. He crossed the sand to where she stood and took the towel from her hands.

“Need some help?” he asked, not waiting for a response before running the towel over her damp back.

“Thanks.” Her voice sounded tight, nervous—and aroused.

“Are you okay?” he asked her for the second time that night, fully expecting her to say she was.

She surprised him again. “I...I really don’t know. I’m...” Her voice trailed off and she turned to face him. “What happened out there...it was really, nice, Jack.”

“Nice?” He fought back a laugh. Her actions had told him so much more than her words.

She smiled. “Okay, better than nice. But it can’t happen again.”

He’d been afraid of that. “Sorry if I rushed things. I’d really like a chance to get to know you better.”

“I wish that was possible.” She glanced up toward the stone steps that led back to the inn, a frown marring her features. “I have responsibilities. I’m very attracted to you—so much that it scares me since I hardly know you. But I can’t do this.”

Without another word, she picked up her robe and slipped it on, heading back in the direction of the house.

“Where are you going?” He didn’t want to let her go just yet, not when he still needed answers. Why had she kissed him? Why had she let him touch her so intimately?

Why would she admit she was attracted to him, but didn’t want anything to do with him, in the same sentence?

She stopped and glanced over her shoulder. “I’m going to bed.”

He almost asked if she wanted some company, but he bit it back in time. He needed time to think—and so did Mia. The strong pull he felt toward her unnerved him. But he had to admit to himself that it couldn’t be anything more than sexual chemistry. He didn’t believe in anything as foolish as love at first sight, no matter how much his mind tried to convince him differently.

He shook his head as she turned away and walked across the sand. His body gave an involuntary shudder at the sight of her hips swaying gently against the billowy fabric of her robe. Yeah, it was lust all right, plain and simple. He’d gone far too long without a woman, and now that he found himself faced with a semi-willing one, his body kicked into overdrive. He needed to get laid—something his brother told him incessantly—but the island wasn’t exactly brimming with choices. So it looked like he’d be waiting until he got back home, unless he could convince Mia that they’d be damned good together.

He let out a frustrated groan and waded back into the lake. The cool water lapped against his legs and he dove under, not coming back to the surface until he needed to breathe. His head ached, his gut ached, and his cock ached—he needed some kind of relief. Soon.

He slipped his swim trunks down past his hips and took his painfully stiff cock in his hand, stroking up and down a few times. He was close—too close. It wouldn’t take more than a few seconds for him to come. Mia did that to himmdash;she’d made him so hot he could barely think straight. He wanted to bury himself in her slick pussy, feel her clench around him as her orgasm took her. He’d been so close. If she hadn’t doused herself in the water, he would have been inside her right now, sliding in and out of her hot, wet flesh.

He needed that. He needed her.

His gut clenched with his impending orgasm as he imagined his cock filling Mia’s pussy, slamming into her while she begged for more. He threw his head back and came with a strangled groan. Jesus. How was he going to survive the rest of the vacation without falling apart?

Here's a sneak peak, exclusively for readers of the Sirens' newsletter, of the forthcoming historical from Katherine Kingston, HEALING PASSION, due out from Ellora's Cave in June. (This excerpt is unedited, please forgive any errors you may find.)

"I see the keep ahead, Sir Thomas," Ralf announced, cocking his head to peer through a gap in the hills. The squire had extraordinarily clear eyesight. On the other side of him, his servant Bertram sighed loudly.

Sir Thomas nodded and tried not to show how much relief flooded through him at the news. They'd been on the road for six days since leaving the king, but in truth, they'd been traveling steadily for months. The weariness had dug so deep into him, it seemed lodged in his aching bones. Now a chill wind blew, and gathering clouds presaged rain. Though his will refused to capitulate to weakness, his body longed for a place to rest a while.

They spurred the horses, eager to arrive at their destination now that they knew it was so close.

Their joyous relief was short-lived, however. The closer they drew, the more forbidding and inhospitable the place looked. The huge, dark, stone fortress had a four-story main keep surrounded by a two-story wall. The remote setting, with the keep hedged in on two sides by hills and accessed by a road through a narrow pass to the gate, contributed to the illusion, as did the enormous portcullis adamantly closed over a heavy wood door, and the absence of any indication they'd been spotted or would be welcomed.

Thomas sighed and rubbed at his throbbing head. He was close to thirty, getting too old for this, though his friends would laugh did they ever hear him say so. His tired bones wanted rest. But even more, his spirit craved a place to call home. Not so much a place, though, he realized, probing feelings kept long buried as one would test a damaged tooth to see how much pain it could cause. He wanted family, people he could settle with and become close to. He longed for peace, order, a secure and comfortable place to lay his head at night.

Once before he'd had all that, but a woman's lies had torn apart and destroyed it. Now, however, after two years spent watching his closest friends find comfort and happiness in marriage to extraordinary ladies, the seed that had lain dormant for so long sprouted and began to unfurl. He wanted what they had, or at least some reasonable shadow of it.

Both of his closest friends had found unusual and special women to fill their hearts. Women who could love and submit freely to their husbands, yet still be strong, brave, and intelligent. They'd had to be. Lady Rosalind and Lady Mary had each survived terrible things and come through desperate tests, emerging stronger and wiser from them.

Most recently, watching Sir Philip, now Baron Alderwood, win the heart of Lady Mary, a woman of amazing beauty and courage, made him too aware of how cold and empty his own heart had become.

He could hardly hope to be as fortunate as Jeoffrey, now Earl of Highwaith, or Philip, Baron Alderwood. But a small hope sheltered in his heart that he might at least find someone with whom he could rest easy and have children to carry on his name and lineage. Once he completed this mission and claimed the reward the king had promised, he'd have something to offer a wife.

He sighed and set those thoughts aside. For now he faced the problem of entrance into this dreary and shuttered keep. He expected at any moment to see the portcullis rise in acknowledgement of his arrival. No one could think one knight traveling with only his squire and one other vassal represented any threat. But though they rode close up to the gate and stopped there, nothing happened.

The drizzle turned into a full-bore rain as the gray remains of the day faded into twilight. Thomas watched the wall around the gate and the guard tower over it. He caught periodic flashes of movement. The place wasn't deserted and their presence must have been noted.

After waiting a good while, Thomas rode forward, signaling his companions to remain behind. He stopped just below the gate.

"Greetings! I am Sir Thomas of Carlwick. I come in peace, in the name of the king." He shouted, trying to make the words as forceful as they were loud. "Open for the king's representative."

He backed away, rejoining Ralf and Bertram. Again they waited, expecting that Sir Thomas's order would bring quick action. It didn't.

His helmet kept most of the rain off his face, but the moisture still leaked beneath his chain mail byrnie and soaked his undergarments. Daylight was fading quickly, and he had no wish to spend the night camped out on the plain.

When his patience wore out, he rode forward again. "I am Sir Thomas of Carlwick. I represent the king. Admit me or risk the king's wrath and the weight of his might on you."

On the rampart above the gate and in the guardhouse, figures scurried around. After another pause long enough to set him grinding his teeth, a metallic screech finally signaled their impending admission. Nonetheless, they still had to linger another fifteen minutes in the drenching rain while the portcullis creaked upward and the heavy wood gates swung ponderously open.

He was in no good humor when they were finally able to enter the grounds. At least when they stopped in the bailey, a groom and a pair of stable boys came forward and assisted them to dismount, then took charge of their horses.

A man in livery appeared at the top of the stairs that clung to the side of the keep wall, standing at the main door, waiting to invite them in. Weary to the bone, they climbed the steps and stood before the servant.

"I'm Sir Thomas of Carlwick," he announced again. "My squire Ralf and my man, Bertram." The servant bowed.

"Enter and be at peace, Sir Thomas," the man invited. "I'll announce your arrival to Lady Juliana."

Instead of letting directly into the main hall, the door gave into an anteroom, where Sir Thomas removed his helm and shook rain off his cloak. Perhaps it was the gloomy weather outside or the fact that only two torches in high brackets illuminated the area, but the tall, undecorated stone walls of the entranceway loomed forbiddingly and the whole had an air of mourning or despair.

The man led them into the great hall, announcing Sir Thomas's arrival as they entered. Here the atmosphere lightened. More torches brightened the area, assisted by the blazing fire, which burned in an enormous fireplace on a side wall. The aromas of roasted meat, fresh-baked bread, and ale assaulted him and set his stomach rumbling. For all that, though, no more than two dozen people occupied a room which could easily have held a hundred or more. The table on the dais at the far end was empty.

A woman rose from the center of the side table where most of the people gathered and approached him. Her clothes were of good quality cloth, though plain, and she wore a simple cap on her head. For all that, she was young, very pretty, and carried herself with regal grace.

"Sir Thomas," she said, dropping into a deep curtsy. "Welcome to Castle VVV. I'm Lady Juliana. I regret we kept you waiting so long in the rain, but I fear we were unprepared for visitors, and the guards on duty have little experience. They knew not what to do and perforce needed to confer with their superiors prior to making a decision to admit you." Her voice was sweet, but had a surprisingly rough, hoarse undertone.

She looked at him closely, no doubt noticing how the rain plastered his hair to his head and dripped off his nose and armor. "Please come close to the fire and dry off, Sir Thomas. Your men, also. Quarters are being prepared for you even now, but as we had no word of your coming, it will be some time yet before they're ready."

She moved toward the large fireplace, and he followed, with Ralf and Bertram behind him. The warmth washed over and soothed him as they approached the blaze. It mitigated some of his anger. Thomas stripped off his gauntlets and rubbed his cold hands together near the fire.

"I've sent for mulled wine and food for you as well," the lady said. "As you see we're a small household, but we do try to receive guests hospitably."

A servant appeared bearing a tray with cups and a pitcher of steaming liquid. The aroma—the tang of wine laced with cinnamon and other fragrant spices—hit him forcibly in the gut.

Lady Juliana poured out the mixture into a cup, which she brought to him.

Their hands met as he took the cup from her. Warmth flowed from the clay vessel into the palms he wrapped around it, a blessed, welcome heat. Something else flowed into his fingers in the places where they touched Lady Juliana's, a warmth of a different kind. It sparked and tingled, sending a river of fire through his veins and into his loins. His cock took notice and stood immediately to attention.

Thomas smothered a groan as he fought the reaction. He'd gone years with no more than the occasional meaningless joining. Only once since Margaret's betrayal had he felt the stirrings of anything beyond physical need, and the woman who'd provoked it was married to his closest friend. Was he doomed to be roused only by those beyond his reach? This lady was married as well, and any attraction to her could only complicate his mission and his life. But she was a lovely woman, with a slender, graceful figure, and glossy, dark brown curls escaping from her cap to give her a winsome air.

He drew a deep breath and looked down into the cup before he sipped, watching the way the darkish liquid swirled as he tipped it. He took a drink and didn't have to feign enjoyment or relief. The flavor matched the aroma, a sharp brew of fermented fruit laced with the taste-pleasing enhancements of the spices. It warmed his mouth and spread the heat all the way down as he drank deeper. Tense muscles, especially in his shoulders and back, began to loosen and relax.

He closed his eyes for a moment to relish the taste of the liquid and the feel of the warmth. When he opened them again, he made the mistake of meeting Lady Juliana's gaze directly.

Her eyes were an unusual light blue/green shade, large, clear, and direct. They sparkled with her smile of welcome for him, but... Surely it was his imagination that led him to think he saw another world of emotion just below the surface. Yet he would swear he found in her gaze an innate strength, endurance, courage, shades of sorrow or grief, and more... Oh, no, he didn't need or want to see that. He could admire the passion she held in firm check, but he would have to take care to avoid it. She belonged to another man—if that man were still alive, something he had begun to doubt.

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