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Savage Desire

Rosemary Rogers
Chapters (59)
  1. COVER
  2. ROSEMARY ROGERS
  3. DEDICATION
  4. THE BEGINNING
  5. 1
  6. 2
  7. 3
  8. 4
  9. 5
  10. 6
  11. NEW ORLEANS
  12. 7
  13. 8
  14. 9
  15. 10
  16. 11
  17. 12
  18. MEXICO
  19. 13
  20. 14
  21. 15
  22. 16
  23. 17
  24. 18
  25. 19
  26. 20
  27. 21
  28. LA CORTESANA
  29. 22
  30. 23
  31. 24
  32. 25
  33. 26
  34. 27
  35. 28
  36. 29
  37. 30
  38. 31
  39. 32
  40. 33
  41. 34
  42. 35
  43. 36
  44. 37
  45. 38
  46. THE JOURNEY
  47. 39
  48. 40
  49. 41
  50. THE DESTINATION
  51. 42
  52. TURNING POINTS
  53. 43
  54. 44
  55. 45
  56. 46
  57. THE PROMISE
  58. Epilogue
  59. COPYRIGHT

COVER

“Ginny, I’m leaving next week for Mexico.”

“Next week? Were you going to tell me as you walked out the door? Oh, God, Steve, I thought this time it would be different, that—Take me with you.”

After a silence that seemed far too long, he shook his head, a faint smile crooking his mouth. “I suppose if I don’t, you’ll just follow me anyway.”

“Yes,” she said, “I will. And I’ll make certain that I’m an inconvenience.”

He laughed and hooked his hand behind her neck to pull her hard against him, his breath wafting across her cheek as he bent to kiss her.

And then everything else was forgotten as Steve scooped her into his arms, carried her the few steps to the wide canopied bed against the wall and tossed her onto the mattress, his lean body following her down as he slid his hands beneath her silk dressing gown. She arched upward, hungrily, reaching for him and twining her arms around his neck.

There was no more talk as they came together with a savage intensity. Lips and hands made new and remembered discoveries as their bodies moved apart, then joined again, the passion that was always between them reignited. The restraint of the past month was gone, replaced by the familiar need that always consumed them. And Ginny knew that she would do whatever she had to do to stay with him.

He was her past, her present, her future….

ROSEMARY ROGERS

SAVAGE DESIRE

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DEDICATION

To the Righteous and the Truthful and the Honest.

May they always win out!

WALK IN THE LIGHT.

THE BEGINNING

May, 1876

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Despite a cheery fire burning behind brass firedogs it was cold in the parlor, a chill that had nothing to do with the fusillade of rain blowing against leaded-glass windowpanes. Outside Steve Morgan’s London town house, gusts of wind swept around pink sandstone corners with a hollow moan that only added to the sense of gloom inside. Heavy velvet drapes of dark green shrouded windows flanked by Chinese pots of delicate ferns. Two wingback chairs of rich gold brocade sat on each side of the hearth, the sweeping lines of their ball-and-claw legs cushioned atop thick Turkish carpets patterned in green, gold and umber.

Virginia Brandon Morgan perched stiffly on the brocade ottoman, with its dangling fringe, her hands clasped in her lap in an effort to appear calm under the unnerving, steady gaze directed at her from the man in the chair angled against the warmth of the fire.

Tension hovered as if alive, as tangible and dangerous as a lion prepared to pounce. But then, Steve had always had the power to make her feel uncertain, ever since their first meeting nine long years before.