Which will it be, Dr. Stone. A slave's fingers at your throat or me in your arms? The servants were gone - dismissed for the night. Lady Marian lay on the bed in her sumptuous stateroom. She had summoned young Dr. Michael Stone imperiously, sending word she was indisposed. That Lady Marian was not ill was immediately apparent to the doctor. She had sent for him to test his will against hers. Michael never forgot this first turbulent meeting. Long afterward, even after he had married sweet, gentle Dimity he would dream of Marian with desire and longing, and yearn for the son he knew was his and not her husband's. Here is a story of fire and romance, excitement and sudden danger set in the exotic Florida of two hundred years ago.
