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Kidnapped, Taken to a private island. I never thought this could happen to me. I never imagined one chance meeting on the eve of my eighteenth birthday could change my life so completely.

Now I belong to him. To Julian. To a man who is as ruthless as he is beautiful - a man whose touch makes me burn. A man whose tenderness I find more devastating than his cruelty.

My captor is an enigma. I don't know who he is or why he took me. There is a darkness inside him - a darkness that scares me even as it draws me in.

My name is Nora Leston, and this is my story.

Two Heart

His eyebrows snap together. "Where does it hurt, baby?" he says softly, pushing me onto my back.


"My . . . my side," I gasp, tears of pain starting to roll down my face.


"Here?" he asks, pressing on one side, and I shake my head no.


"Yes!" Somehow he has unerringly found the exact area that's in agony.


He immediately gets up and starts getting dressed. "Beth!" he yells. "Beth, I need you here right now!"


She runs into the room thirty seconds later, pulling on a bathrobe over her pajamas. "What happened?"


She sounds scared, and I am terrified too. I've never seen Julian like this before. He seems almost . . . frightened.


"Get ready," he says tersely. "I'm taking her to the clinic, and you're coming with us. It might be her appendix."


Appendicitis! Now that he said it, I realize it's the most probable explanation, but it's beyond scary. I'm no doctor, but I know that if my appendix bursts before they cut it out, I'm pretty much toast. It would be frightening even if I were an hour away from medical attention, but I'm on a private island in the middle of the Pacific. What if I don't make it to the hospital in time?


Julian must be thinking the same thing because the expression on his face is grim as he wraps me in a robe and picks me up, carrying me out of the room.


"I can walk," I protest weakly, my stomach roiling as Julian swiftly walks down the stairs.


"Like hell you can." His tone is unnecessarily harsh, but I don't take offense. I know he's worried about me right now, and even with my insides in agony, I feel warmed by the thought.


By the time we reach the hangar, Beth has opened the gates for us and is already waiting in the back of the airplane. Julian straps me into the passenger seat, and I realize that my greatest wish is about to be granted.


My stomach lurches, and I grab for the brown paper bag that's lying conveniently in front of me. Sudden hot nausea boils up in my throat, and I vomit into the bag, my entire body sweating and shaking.


I can hear Julian swearing as the plane begins to take off, and I'm so embarrassed I just want to die. "I'm sorry," I whisper, my eyes burning. I have never been so miserable in my entire life.


"It's all right," Julian says curtly. "Don't worry about it."


"Here." Beth hands me a wet wipe from the back. "This should make you feel a little better."


Chapter 50