The Tryst — Lynda Trent

His lips moved sensuously over her silken curves and her traitorous body came alive. 'Always believe in love,' he counseled.

Provocatively beautiful in the latest Elizabethan fashion of turquoise and gold, Jessica walked, trembling, to the stone altar where Sir Nicholas Garrett, Earl of Wyndfell, waited for his bride. Not even her parents suspected she had taken her twin sister's place to wed this stranger, just as no one suspected that it was really her sister who might go mad as decreed by a prophecy. Instead, they had meant to lock high-spirited Jessica in the castle tower forever, unless she succeeded in deceiving this handsome knight, distracting him with the seductiveness of her soft, yielding body until she could escape. But the passionate Nicholas carried her to the bridal chamber, exposing her satiny flesh to ravenous kisses, making her a prisoner of desire. And suddenly Jessica forgot the desperate masquerade that had driven her to him, craving only the power and excitement of his love forever.