He trusted few.
She trusted no one.
One stormy night, fate threw them together.
Forced to flee England, Lord Hugh Hollywell landed on the exotic island of Ceylon. The handsome heir always believed a message would arrive calling him home, but that message never came. After a chance encounter, Hugh knew Sarah was different... This time he'd met a woman he couldn't erase from his thoughts, nor chase from his dreams.
On another part of the island, life was not so splendid for Sarah Brill. Forced into a life of servitude and trained as a spy, her unusual lifestyle was far from glamorous. Aware they could have no future together, she tried not to fall for his honey coated words, but her skills as a spy did little to protect her heart.
Enveloped by darkness, Sarah never saw or heard his approach. Moments later, engulfed by his firm embrace, his kiss was unexpectedly tender. He pulled her body closer and deepened his kiss. Her breathing quickened and she clutched his shoulders and tried to draw him even closer. His kiss turned hungry and without a thought she responded in kind. When her knees buckled, Tarik picked her up and carried her in his arms.
Snuggled against his chest, Sarah felt a gentle sway as he walked up the beach. She was out of sorts and struggled to make sense of their encounter. Sarah felt somewhat disconnected from the woman he held, for in reality she was nothing like this silly, romantic creature. She was strong and independent, trained in hand-to-hand combat and a spy for the British. She was not some witless concubine. Why then did she succumb to his touch so easily?