TIGER, TIGER, BURNING BRIGHT

IN a locked room of shadows and sandalwood, Jane Barnaby first met the wickedly disturbing man whose searing blue eyes and brazen smile seemed to read her deepest desires - a man who exuded the mystery and danger of exotic lands. In his mesmerizing presence, Jane found herself instantly transformed from a hardheaded businesswoman to the willing slave of a passion she knew she must resist ...

IN THE FORESTS OF THE NIGHT ...

A man of sensuous grace and smoldering sensuality, adventurer Ruel McClaren brought the independent beauty back to his native Scotland to spin a web of revenge. But once a Glenclaren Castle, he found it ever harder to play the unforgiving captor to this woman who touched his heart and made his blood run hot.

THE MASK

He rose to his feet and moved over to the table by the door and was surrounded by the pool of light cast by the oil lamp. She tried not to look at him, but to no avail. Dear heaven, he was as beautifully exotic as a jungle animal and just as free from shame.
     A faint smile touched his lips. "This must have been meant for you."
     On the table was an extravagant feathered mask of brown, black and turquoise peacock feathers. "Pretty thing, I'd like to see you in it." He held up the mask to his own eyes. "Would you care to oblige me?"
     The exotic feathered mask covered the entire top of his face and a spray of sable peacock feathers jutted out on either side. His blue eyes shimmered through the almond-shaped holes and the close fit of the mask enhanced the beautiful molding of his cheekbones.
He looked wild, wicked, and completely male, a rare, splendid creature from an alien land.