“Yes?”
“Salome. My beloved dancer, will you marry me?”
Leanna gave him her answer with a kiss.
Sandra Marton
CAPTIVE IN HIS BED
TORONTO • NEW YORK • LONDON
AMSTERDAM • PARIS • SYDNEY • HAMBURG
STOCKHOLM • ATHENS • TOKYO • MILAN • MADRID
PRAGUE • WARSAW • BUDAPEST • AUCKLAND
Contents
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
PROLOGUE
High in the mountains of Colombia:
THE FOREST was dark.
The only sound was the roar of the waterfall.
The moon had risen, a fat, ivory globe that seemed suspended in the leafy branches of the trees. Its light illuminated the clearing and the jewel-like pool.
Illuminated Mia, standing naked under the frothy liquid veil of the waterfall.