The tall, dark-haired stranger held her with his vivid blue eyes the moment they met, and his soft words of comfort caressed her as he drew her into the strength of his arms. If it was a dream she prayed she would never awaken.

There was something about Anna Cantwood that stirred Brett McNeal .He wanted to do more than hold and comfort her, much more. Lifting her face to his he gently kissed her quivering lips, suddenly inflamed with desire at her willing response.

Brett remained a stranger even after Anna married him. Far from her Cornwall home, on Brett’s beautiful Virginia plantation, her romantic dreams turned to nightmares. Brett’s outbursts of insane jealousy and rage terrorized his bride and Cornwall became her only refuge.

But the dream tormented her, for Brett had awakened a desire that only his love could fulfill. Anna longed to abandon her fears to the exquisite passion she found only in his arms.