Nick O'Brien, masquerading as Zorro, had once charmed a pretty coed out of her innocence. Today, the lady doesn't know he was her masked lover, until...
An American Dreamer--
Julia Preston, lace proprietor, likes all things traditional. So Nick's checkered past hardly fits. Except she'd fallen in love one night--with ZORRO!
|Publisher:||Wings ePress, Incorporated|
|Product dimensions:||5.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.70(d)|
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Zorro was gone! Julia rolled over in her rumpled bed, remnants of her fair maiden's costume strewn about the room. She sat up, stretched, then frowned. The rising sun brought the truth tinged with mixed feelings.
His scent, male and cologned, clung to her and she padded to the bathroom. A shower later, she dressed, sipped Earl Grey tea, and returned to the bedroom. Lifting the covers from the bed, she half wished she'd only dreamed about last night.
Except her hot, hazy memories proved she hadn--t. She figured they must have exceeded the best a woman could own when it came to lovemaking. Yet her exploring and blissful night also levied a high price. Her innocence was gone... forever.
But how could she resist him? He'd touched her so tenderly and made every inch of her feel cherished. His confidence and sense of humor wrapped her up in perfect ambiance for their being together.
"I'll walk you home," he had said after the masquerade party. His unshakable interest in her and the timbre of his voice quaked her senses. When she tucked her hand into his, an instant bond lit in her heart--and showed up sparkling in his blue eyes.
Now, this morning, she was left to whisper, "Who was he?"
For him to remain masked added to their crazy merriment and passion. But while she'd slept, he left her side like a swashbuckling phantom. Julia winced. Part of his fun, perhaps, but not hers. She'd been made a fool? She yanked away a pillow and her breath caught in her throat. Against the field of white lay curled a soft, midnight black cloth. Wary, Julia lifted this forgotten evidence of their tryst. Over her palm draped the mask of Zorro.