Copyright Claire Thompson, 2003. All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Chapter 1
"No! I won't do it!" Marissa's lip trembled, but she stared defiantly at Tom. "You can't make me!"
"I don't want to make you," Tom said quietly, his voice rigid with self-control. Marissa was naked, kneeling on her knees in front of him. Her arms were wrapped around her torso in a protective gesture and her eyes were flashing. Tom sighed. Things weren't working out with Marissa, which was a shame, because he had to admit that he was enormously attracted to her, and desperately wanted to own her.
Looking down on the impossible, gorgeous creature at his feet, he sighed. Marissa's hair was thick and loosely waved, copper-colored in the flickering light of the many candles lit about the spacious master bathroom of Tom's penthouse. It was that hair that first attracted him at the party. It wasn't auburn exactly, and certainly not red. No, if it had to be defined, it was copper, burnished with gold and lustrously tousled now.&n ...
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