Publisher's Synopsis
Tudor, the young doctor, sees the devil in Piers' eyes too late to change his taunting tactics -- and his last shred of self-control vanishes like smoke in a gale. Uttering a fearful oath and springing forward, Piers snarls like an animal loosed from the leash. The struggle lasts seconds -- and Tudor finds himself flung backwards across the table and pinned there, with his enemy's hands gripping his throat, and fierce eyes, grim and murderous, glaring down into his own.
"Be still!" hisses Piers, his voice no more than a whisper. "Or I'll kill you -- by Heaven, I will!"
Strong and willful, Piers has been plunged into a time of troubles -- and now suddenly finds himself with the bloodlust pounding high in his veins . . . and is it because he is being forced to leave, through the contrivances and conniving of this doctor . . . or is it because his soul is aflame with a forbidden desire -- a welling from the depths of his soul that threatens to drown him each time he sets eyes upon that all-too-securely married Mrs. Denys?
