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Breeze Off the Ocean
by Amii Lorin

Micki had tried to forget, but the memory of that weekend of abandoned passion lingered on.

Wolf Renninger... he was all that his name implied -- devastatingly handsome, charming, lean...and hungry -- a beautiful male animal on the prowl. lie could have any woman he desired, but could any woman have him for her own? Were he and Micki a true love match or was this just a passing affair -- as fleeting as an ocean breeze?

The Tawny Gold Man
by Amii Lorin

Long ago, in a moment of wild, rioting ecstasy, Jud Cammeron had vowed to love her always. Now, as Anne Moore looked at her stepbrother, she saw a total stranger, a man who planned to take control of his father's estate and everyone on it. Anne knew things were different -- she was a grown woman with a fianc? -- but something told her she still belonged to... The Tawny ... more »Gold Man.

Morning Rose
by Amii Lorin

Alek Rykovsky was handsome, rich, charming - in fact, he was eligible to his fingertips; and he had asked Tara to marry him. Tara for her part had vowed never to be poor - or dominated - again, and she was looking, she declared, for a rich husband.

So where was the problem? First, that she hated Alek; second, that she knew he would dominate her in just the way she was adamant no man ever should. Yet fate seemed determined to trap her into a situation from which there was no escape from him...

Night Striker
by Amii Lorin

Abducted by a brutal criminal for her money, manipulated by a brilliant Irish politician for her power, and confused by a former covert agent who only wanted her love, Courtney remains a prisoner of fear long after her rescue from kidnappers. She longs for the one man who can finally set her free and change her life forever.

Gambler's Love
by Amii Lorin, Joan Hohl

One searing kiss -- that was all it took! The barriers were broken. Her foundation was shaken. He wanted her, and, worst of all, his desire equaled her own.

A gambler! Vichy moaned. Ninety-nine percent charm and one hundred percent opportunism. She had risked everything on such a man in Las Vegas--and lost. What made her want to throw caution to the wind, to let her heart soar or crash on another's reckless toss of the dice or turn of a card? Vichy didn't know. She only knew that a man like Ben Larkin could hurt her badly. To long for his touch, for the taste of his marauding mouth, was to long for trouble. Would she gamble her heart in Atlantic City in the careless casino of love?