He stepped off a jewel of a sternwheeler onto one of the most beautiful plantations in all of Louisiana. And into her life. Celine's breath caught in her throat. Heat smoldered in her belly. What a sensual man. The scion of the Andrews family carried an aura of personal magnetism so powerful, a sensation close to fright swept through her. She stood still and aloof, masking her emotions. His intense gaze seemed almost a physical touch. She held her head at a proud, haughty angle, not flinching from his bold scrutiny.
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Wolf caught the faint scent of cinnabar and roses. The girl turned her head and stared boldly at him, her cool demeanor at odds with the fire in her look. And then her lips parted, as if she needed more air. A punch of lust hit Wolf's groin. There was pure sin in his startling blue eyes. The moment hung suspended between them, and then expanded as his feral gaze held hers. Stranger? Not to Alanna.