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Excerpt LORD OF THE DANCE Cassian saw the longing in her eyes. “You like the waltz, Miss Smith?” “I…I have never danced it, sir.” “An omission that should be rectified without further ado,” he said, and before she knew it she was in his arms. She moved effortlessly into steps learned by heart, and with each one was conscious of the physical and sensual intimacy she shared with him in the otherwise deserted coach house. Their eyes met, and she felt such a rush of emotion— desire, foolishness, joy, call it what you will—that she quite lost her head. The cliff edge of impropriety had been lying in wait, and now she fell over the precipice. She suddenly stretched up and kissed him. Not a brief peck that might have been forgiven, but a fierce act of yearning passion that was filled with such honesty that it laid bare her soul.... |
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