An excerpt from a chapter eight:
The captainís expression of seething hatred had evaporated; against her will, Francesca found herself noticing how handsome he was, though not in the way Phillip was handsome. Phillip had perfect, refined features that she longed to see carved from marble or cast in bronze. This man was handsome the way a wild stallion was handsome. An animal vitality coursed under his skin. Dangerous and unpredictable, she thought.
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