reema, you are the best

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Jane Feather - The Eagle and the Dove

LOVE'S SLAVE

There is a wildness to her, a sense of the untamed. The ivory of her cheeks blush with the sun and her rich chestnut hair swirls recklessly around her shoulders. Her dark emerald eyes meet his with defiance. Hassan has never seen such a woman. And he knows he must have her...

Sarita is fascinated by the stranger. He rides at the head of a dazzling cavalcade of horsemen richly dressed in the bejeweled garb of the Moors. His black eyes, sharp as an eagle's, gaze upon her with the arrogance of one who never has to question who he is. Little does Sarita dream that she is about to be taken captive; to be swept high into the mountaintop palace of Alhambra, to become the love slave of a mighty lord....or that her enslavement will deepen into a love so powerful it will rock an empire and endanger

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