Island captive

He rescued her. As she looked into the leering faces of the Mexican Revolutionaries who held her prisoner, Ariel Beresford prayed for a miracle. So when a handsome Englishman stepped in to claim her as his woman, she gratefully played along. But even though her arrogant rescuer insisted he was a fellow captive, Ariel wasn't about to trust him. And she didn't intend to do more than pretend to be his mistress... until her melted her resolve with the heat of his embrace. She ensnared him. Boyd Preston was determined to keep the lovely American alive. He knew she didn't trust him, but that was just fine, her suspicions would keep her at a distance... and that would help him hold onto his heart. Still, as the Caribbean moonlight danced over her golden curls and bathed her slender body in its haunting glow, he yearned to take her in his arms. It was too late for caution, too late for restraint. He had to taste the sweet passion of his wild Island Captive