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Heroine: Christina Wakefield   Publisher: Avon Romance

Hero: Philip "Abu" Caxton

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ISBN: 0-380-01697-4

Location: England/ Arabia

Copyright: 1977

Historical (1883)

  

Pages: 313

On a night made for love, there was only terror for beautiful Christina Wakefield. She who had recklessly, followed her brother from London to Cairo on a whim was now made prisoner by an unknown abductor who carried her off this hidden encampment. Soon she would share his bed, know his touch, growing ever closer to the man who own her as a slave.  And soon she would learn to want him as he wanted her to share his soul.


 



   Philip Caxton saw Christina as soon as she entered the room.  She turned away with contempt when she saw him.  Well, he didn't expect an easy conquest.  She had seemed to hate him last night.
  He sighed, cursing the lack of time.  But perhaps Christina Wakefield was j just playing hard to get.  After all, young women came to London to look for husbands,  And he wasn't such a bad catch.  But still, with only one day's acquaintance, the odd were against him. Damn, why hadn't her met her sooner?
 Anne Shadwell drew Christina toward Philip.  "Miss Wakefield, I would like to introduce-"
She was cut off abruptly.
  "We've met," Christina said contemptuously.
  Anne Shadwell looked startled, but Philip made an arrogantly graceful bow, took Christina's arm firmly, and walked her out onto the balcony.  She hesitated, but he was sure
 She wouldn't cause a scene.
 When they reached the railing, she whirled to face him defiantly.
 "Really, Mr. Caxton! I thought I made myself quite clear last night, but since you don't seem to understand, let me enlighten you.  I don't like you.  You are a rude, conceited man, and I find you quite intolerable.  Now if you will excuse me, I am going back to join my brother."
  She turned to leave, but her grabbed her hand and pulled her back to him.
 "Christina, wait," he demanded huskily, forcing her to look into his dark eyes.
  "I really don't think we have anything to say to each other, Mr. Caxton.  And please refrain from using my first name."  She turned to leave again, but Philip still grasped her hand in his.  She faced him once more, stamping her foot in fury.
 "Let go of my hand," she demanded.
  "Not until you've heard what I have to say, Tina," he answered, pulling her closer to him.
 "Tina!"  She glared at him.  "How dare-"
  "I dare anything I damn well please.  Now shut up and listen to me."  He was amused at the disbelief written on her lovely face.  "Tina, I want you.  I would be honored if you would consent to be my wife.  I would give you anything you want- jewels, beautiful gowns, my estates."
 She was looking at him in a most unusual way.  She opened her mouth to say something, but the words wouldn't come out.  And then he felt the sting of her hand across his cheek. "I have never been so insulated in all my"
  But Philip didn't let her finish.  He gathered her in his arms and silenced her words with a deep, penetrating kiss.  He held her tightly against him, feeling her breasts pressed against him chest, crushing the breath from her body.  She was struggling to free herself, but her efforts only increased his desire.
  Then, unexpectedly, Christina went limp in his arms and threw him off guard.  Philip thought she had fainted but winced when he felt a sharp pain in his shin.  He released her instantly to grasp his leg, and when he looked up Christina was running into the drawing room.
  He should have gone to her home in Halstead and courted her slowly.  But that wasn't his way.  Besides, he had never courted a woman before.  He was used to getting what he wanted immediately, and he wanted Christina.