Passion's sweet revenge

SHE OWED HIM HER LOVE Some things never changed. The name on the playbill at Wallack's Theatre said "Katy Dakota," but for Logan Marshall no amount of face paint could disguise the unforgettable beauty of Mary Catherine McCleary, the girl who'd betrayed him during the war. She was a fine actress, all right. Even now he could remember how convincingly she'd played the role of an eager innocent under his kisses -- just before he'd felt the rifle at his back. This time Logan would make sure they finished what they started. And that she wasn't pretending when she shuddered with pleasure under his exploring touch and moaned with ecstasy in response to his forceful possession... HE DEMANDED HER PASSION Some things never changed. Katy had thought she'd seen the last of Logan Marshall when, as a young girl, she'd been responsible for sending him to Andersonville, the most brutal of a Rebel prisons. Yet now as she gazed out from the stage straight into a pair of steely gray eyes, she knew that the one man who could inflame her with white-hot passion was about to claim his revenge. A revenge that would demand her complete surrender to his every desire. A revenge she would hate him for, if only she didn't want it to go on forever....