| Heroine: Skye O'Malley |
Publisher: Ballantine Historical Romance |
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| Hero: to many to name |
ISBN: 0-345-3136-5 |
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| Location: Through out Europe |
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Copyright: 1980 |
| Historical (1500's) |
Pages: 461 |
There
has never been a woman like Skye O’Malley |
| With ebony hair, blue eyes, silken skin, and a luscious body, she is a hot- tempered vixen made for love. Courageous and wise, mistress of a mighty fleet, shred overseer of vast wealth, and both friend and foe to Queen Elizabeth, Skye is a woman of incomparable spirit- brave, brilliant, magnificent. |
| "Ah, Skye! Sweet Skye!" Niall's lips teased,
playing lightly across her mouth, her fluttering eyelids, her forehead,
cheeks, chin, and lastly the tip of her nose. The shock of his sweet assault left her slightly breathless, and she was certain not ready for the warm hand that gently cupped her breast. Gently he pressed her back among the pillows. His warm mouth now pressed kisses all across Skye's trembling body, taking pleasure in how quickly he rendered her helpless to the unfamiliar passion. His big hands slipped over her torso, enjoying the silken skin. Head thrown back, her beautiful hair bellowed shining and dark across the white linen. Suddenly Skye was a fire and she moaned helplessly. Her body felt liquid, yet filled with a great strength. Still she gasped softly, surprised as his fingers gently explored her, probed tenderly, forcing the tension from her body. "It will hurt you just once, Skye. After that there will be pain again, my love." "Yes! Yes! oh, please, yes!" she panted, not even knowing what is was she sought, but desperately wanting it. a deep burning pain quickly receded, and she was filled with a wonderful, throbbing warmth. Niall's silvery eyes met her blue ones, and passion mirrored passion as he loved her. For a moment they hung suspended in time and then she cried out her pleasure. |