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mind envisioned the elusive object of his deepest desire, yet whimsically allowed him the use of only one of his senses. Maddeningly he could not smell, taste, or touch. And so Christian set about looking.
    Really looking. And found her.
    Her skin was translucent as if it had been dusted with powdered pearls. Her lashes were dark, tipped with gold, over hazel eyes that changed color from brown to gold to green. Her nose was small, yet the nostrils flared sensually. Her lips were not fashionably pursed or pouting, but full, lusty, and colored deepest rose. Her chin displayed a dimple,nowhere near as marked as the cleft in his own, but nevertheless it was a sign of willfulness.
    Her throat curved beautifully, drawing the eye to lush breasts of alabaster. He could see tiny blue veins beneath the fine skin. Her breasts were crowned by buds of deepest rose, the color of her mouth. If he could touch her, he knew his hands could span her waist, and he longed to brush the backs of his fingers across the fine down upon her belly and soft thighs. From between those thighs her mons rose high, crowned by red-gold ringlets so tempting he would have sold his soul to part them and explore the secret path that led to the treasure within.
    Her hair, like a golden mantle, shimmered with light and fire. He knew a need to bind himself in it, to breathe its fragrance and taste its texture. In his dream she turned from him and he glimpsed a witch-mark upon her buttock that matched the tiny black dot on her cheekbone.
    He strained against the forces that prevented him from touching her. The barrier could not be breached. Then suddenly a madness gripped him. No force on earth could keep him from possessing her. A blinding, bursting explosion of willpower swept away all impediment.
    He was transformed into the black stallion, relentlessly pursuing a cream-colored Arabian mare. Her eyes were large, almond-shaped, and liquid with fear. Her neck arched high, proudly displaying the long, silken mane that the wind swept back across her shapely flanks as she tried to flee.
    He ran her to earth. She trembled before her savage captor. His teeth bit cruelly into her neck, then he ruthlessly mounted her and mated her. When she screamed with his wild thrusts, his seed gushed into her.
    Christian’s eyes flew open just in time to see a fountain of pearly drops arc from his body to fall upon the sheet. He flushed in the darkness and cursed. He hadn’t disgraced himself in a nocturnal dream since he was a boy of ten. His vision was to blame. So much for control, he thought ruefully.

B rianna had a restless night. When she awoke she could not recall the dark shadows that had prevailed in her dreams and was thankful for it. Before she broke her fast, there was a page at the door informing her that Princess Isabel had decided to go hawking today. Brianna was relieved there would be no time to attend chapel.
    “Yer bath’s ready, my lamb.”
    “Adele, you are so very good to me, but I must hurry or Isabel will be in the devil’s own temper,” Brianna said, stepping into the tub. “Just grab a riding tunic from my wardrobe, any will do.”
    “She’s still a child. ’Tis shameful she’s allowed to tyrannize her elders,” Adele sympathized.
    “Jesu, don’t call her a child within her hearing. She’s fourteen and never tires of pointing out her mother wed King Edward when she was her age.”
    A young chambermaid came in with a tray of food. There were little varlet rolls, a pot of honey, and a jug of mead. When a timid knock came upon the door, Adele ushered in an imp-faced page with a note. He looked like he wanted to flee, but Adele bade him wait for an answer.
    The note from Joan of Kent read: “
B. Please forgive me. I hope your punishment was not severe. Wear something ravishing. I have plans! J
.”
    Brianna closed her eyes. Joan was plotting another escapade before the consequences of yesterday’s antics were over and done with. As she glanced at