In the commanding desire of Ashton's embrace, she was Lieren, the enchanting bride he had carried home to his family's plantation. But to another man, she was Lenore, the bride he dragged through a nightmare of dark passions and murder. Confused and afraid her memories of young happiness destroyed by tragedy and violence, she now remembered nothing. Not who she was, not the horrors she had suffered, not the two men who not fought to claim her. But her heart had not forgotten. She knew she belonged to one man, to the stranger who adored her, and who made her remember what her love could never forget.
Good read on a winter night.
