POCKET BOOKS, a div ision of Simon & Schuster Inc. Any resemblance of such non-historical incidents, places or figures to actual ev ents or locales or persons, liv ing or dead, is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, places and incidents relating to non-historical figures are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. This book is a work of historical fiction. "Never will I belong to you!" she spat at him before his lips closed on hers. She resisted him with all her strength, but easily he pulled her face to his. "You are my wife," he said in a low voice. His hand went around her neck, his thumb digging into the soft flesh. There was hatred in her golden eyes, her cheeks flushed red. "Do not touch me!" she said through clenched teeth. He moved his hand to touch her shoulder and to see if the skin was as smooth as it looked. He knew only that he was in bed with a desirable woman. When the heavy door slammed shut, the room suddenly seemed unnaturally quiet and Judith was achingly aware of the man beside her.Īt this moment, Gavin remembered nothing of a quarrel.
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