There is always a price to pay...
She had no choice but to accept the velvet stroke of his tongue, submit to the white-hot heat piercing her skin, welcome an erotic pleasure like no other.....
But did his kiss offer the love and belonging she sought, or a danger more potent than his own panthers? Somewhere deep inside herself, Tempest realized she knew the answer.
From the moment his arms closed around her, enveloping her in a sorcerer\'s spell, Darius seemed to understand her unique gifts.
She had always been different, apart from others.
And gazing mesmerized at the merciless slash of his mouth, the implacable resolve on his face, the soulless emptiness of his black eyes, Tempest was afraid to ask what it was.
So Darius warned her when she accepted a position with his traveling troupe.
There is always a price to pay..
