Right Of Possession

"Wait for me;" he said. "When this is all over, I'll come for you." Reva had fled the danger, left South America, longing for him, never believing he would make good his promise.

But he had. Just when she thought she had her life in order, when she had found Bruce, the polished, sophisticated man she meant to marry, Jeff Corbett had walked back into her life. Tall, lean, hard, tough, he didn't mince words. She was his. He would never forget her rash, impulsive surrender. His lionlike eyes commanded, compelled. Could she make him understand? She was her own woman. But how long could she resist his arrogant, urgent demands?