Castle in Corsica — Anne Weale

An icy tremor gripped her spine. Scrambling to her feet, Polly rushed to the porthole. All she could see was a great expanse of sea--and the lights of Cannes receding in the distance. As the full impact of what had happened sunk in, Polly's panic gave way to fury. She had let herself be duped by a suave playboy cleverly acting the role of good Samaritan. Yet she had no one to blame but herself. She had been warned about trusting Raoul St. Clair. . .but she'd never imagined abduction was his style!

Hero: Raoul St. Clair
Heroine: Polly Linsey