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He hungered for power
When petite, onxy-haired Cameron Madrid refused to share her ranch's water supply, Hunter Kingston was furious. The two families had always had cause to feud, but this year of drought was no time for spite. The arrogant, handsome landholder considered asserting his rights at gunpoint--then decided instead to win her with searing kisses and weaken her will with slow caresses. Only when he'd taken all he wanted would he leave the icy beauty and punish her for daring to challenge his authority!
She thirsted for vengeance
Ever since she was a little girl, spirited and proud, Cameron had learned of the wrongs the wealthy Kinstons had perpetuated on her family...and all she had ever dreamed of was getting even. But the night strong, dark Hunter showed up at her door, the innocent miss was caught off guard. His deep, masculine voice made her want to hold him close, his strong tanned hands made her yearn to feel his touch. In the back of her mind she swore she'd never let him use her stream, but now all she could think of was his lips crushing hers, her soft flesh pressed against the firm muscles of his chest--and sucumbing to feverish rapture beneath the September moon.
He hungered for power
When petite, onxy-haired Cameron Madrid refused to share her ranch's water supply, Hunter Kingston was furious. The two families had always had cause to feud, but this year of drought was no time for spite. The arrogant, handsome landholder considered asserting his rights at gunpoint--then decided instead to win her with searing kisses and weaken her will with slow caresses. Only when he'd taken all he wanted would he leave the icy beauty and punish her for daring to challenge his authority!
She thirsted for vengeance
Ever since she was a little girl, spirited and proud, Cameron had learned of the wrongs the wealthy Kinstons had perpetuated on her family...and all she had ever dreamed of was getting even. But the night strong, dark Hunter showed up at her door, the innocent miss was caught off guard. His deep, masculine voice made her want to hold him close, his strong tanned hands made her yearn to feel his touch. In the back of her mind she swore she'd never let him use her stream, but now all she could think of was his lips crushing hers, her soft flesh pressed against the firm muscles of his chest--and sucumbing to feverish rapture beneath the September moon.
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