Traitor's Embrace — Christine Dorsey

IN THE HEAT OF THE NIGHT

Even though haughty Elizabeth Lancaster wasn't his type of woman, there was something about her that fascinated Major Alexander Knox. He wanted to caress her smooth skin, to entwine himself in her willowy limbs, to lose himself in her flashing eyes. The American fighter tried to convince himself she was his Tory enemy, but his desire spoke louder than his reason. And when he got the chance to waltz her out onto a secluded shadowy terrace, Alexander gave into his passion and surrendered to the need to possess her.

BY THE LIGHT OF DAY

Jet-haired Elizabeth Lancaster cursed herself for her attraction to the devil-may-care traitor. Improper, scandalous thoughts of how he held her in his arms destroyed her peace of mind night and day, no matter how much she damned him for a bounder. Time and again, she saw him infiltrating Tory functions -- and yet she held her tongue. She knew full well how he'd pay her for protecting him: with deep, heady kisses and daring, tingling caresses that would make her ache to spend a lifetime in his TRAITOR'S EMBRACE.