Violet Winspear

He'd caught only a glimpse of her from the window of his carriage, but the Russian Prince Dimitri, 28, knew he had to have her. Within minutes, Lady Katherine St. John, 21, was dragged from the London street and carried off to a sumptuous town house -- for the pleasure of her royal admirer...From the tempestuous passion of their first encounter, across stormy seas, to the golden splendor of palaces in Moscow, she was his prisoner -- obsessed with rage toward her captor even as an all-consuming need made her his slave. Yet theirs was a fervor beyond her understanding, carrying them irrevocably toward final surrender to the power of undeniable love.

Joanna Bowling was a country girl at heart, and when she went out to Australia she knew she was going to love her new job as home-help on a large station in Raintree Valley in the tropical north, however remote the place might be. But she didn't, alas, look at all like a country girl, and the moment the tough Boss, Adam Corraine, set eyes on her he declared that she wouldn't do for the job; she would be better working in some smart boutique in the big city - and he gave her just two weeks in which to prove herself or get out. Which of them would turn out to be right?

'When you are grown up,' Lorna's father had told her, 'we'll travel the world together.' It was a dream to which she had clung all through their years apart, but it had not been meant to come true. Now she had come alone to the Oasis of Fadna, a sort of pilgrimage to the place her father had loved. When a friend warned her of the risks she ran, Lorna scoffed, 'You can't alarm me with tales of ardent Arabs who carry off girls to their harems. I now the Bedouin prefer their own kind of women…' But Lorna was to find that she was wrong!

Lise supposed she ought to be grateful to the imperious Conde Leandro de Marcos Reyes for helping her out of an awkward situation — but not so grateful that she was willing to repay him as he suggested and pretend to be his fiancée. A domineering Spanish nobleman was not her idea of a comfortable husband! However, she reluctantly agreed to the deception, just for a short time .. .

Through force of circumstances, Temple Lane found herself the only white girl on a small island in the Java Seas. But the real problem was how to cope with the dangerous attraction of her employer, the magnetic Dutchman Ryk van Helden.

The woman was an undying legend. When Jane agreed to the ruse, she had no idea what she would be up against. She agreed to pretend to be Baron Pagan Pentrevah's wife because he needed help. He was a man driven by the consuming memory of Roxanne, his evil but irresistible former wife. He wanted Roxanne to think Jane had replaced her in his heart. It was all very well while Roxanne was merely a distant threat. But when she arrived in the flesh, Jane faced a challenge beyond anything she had ever dreamed possible...

When Sarah's career as a model came to a disastrous end, and soon afterwards her finace jilted her, she knew she must find something else to do - preferably something that would take her a long way from England and its unhappy memories. But was she doing the wisest thing in taking a job as companion to the sisters of Zain Hassan bin Hamid, Khalifa of Ben Zain in the heart of the Moroccan desert? For once she had arrived at the Khalifa's casbah, with no hope of escape, Zain Hassan bin Hamid announced that he had other plans for her. He needed a son; Sarah was his chosen wife - and the marriage would take place in a few days...

"I would never have chosen you!" Heraklion spoke with contemptuous cruelty. "However, the fates have worked it so that I find myself your husband. And as you are a fairly presentable female I might as well make the most of you. I must demand yur total submission, awe and respect. It is my right to expect this from you - my wife!" Wife...the word sent a shock through Fenny. The strange dream shattered and the reality swept over her. As impossible as it seemed, she was indeed the wife of Heraklion Mavrakis.

Sparks had flown between young Cathy Colt and the inscrutable Dr. Woolf Maxwell from the moment lie arrived to look after her father's practice. He maddened her, with his insistence on treating her as an unruly youngster. So she didn't care in the least when her glamorous friend Tippy announced that she was going to make Woolf fall in love with her. She was welcome to him! For her part, Cathy would just go on hating him. But someone had warned her, `Beware of hate, it's first cousin to love.' Would she find out, too late, that that was perfectly true?

This 3-in-1 book has the following stories: RAINTREE VALLEY, BLACK DOUGLAS, & THE PAGAN ISLAND. Here Violet Winspear weaves her magic spell in Raintree Valley, an Australian cattle station; then in the Caribbean, where Black Douglas enchants the quiet Sabrina; and finally, as if inevitably drawn there like the fair Hebe, to Greece in The Pagan Island.

Don Rafael de Domerique had a typical Spanish attitude towards the amount of freedom he thought women should have, while Vanessa's outlook was thoroughly Anglo-Saxon. This was all right--until Vanessa fell in love with Rafael.

They had married for all the wrong reasons. They were two strangers fulfilling a commitment conceived for them years before. But Glenda was an impostor, and in spite of promises made to her dying mother, she sought to free herself from the web of deception. Malraux d'Arth had other ideas. "You must have expected I had more to gain from marrying you that the acquisition of a wife." he claimed, revealing the conditions of his grandfather's will. Then she knew there would be no escaping this dark domineering man - even if she really wanted to...

Dina Caslyn had spent most of her life in the agreeable surroundings of rich Californian society — thanks mostly to the generosity of her godmother, Bella Rhinehart. Now, with her approaching marriage to Bay Bigelow, Dina would consolidate her position. It was not the best of moments for the mysterious Raf Ventura to surge into her life — dark, dashing, ruthless, and making it quite clear that he wanted Dina himself. But Dina cared for Bay; she knew her marriage to him meant everything to her godmother. With everything that was most important in her life at risk, she didn't dare to fall in love with Raf...

Elvi was quite sure why she married Rodari Fortunato: she loved him. But she was not at all certain why he had married her, a quiet little English nurse whom he scarcely knew. Nevertheless, he had married her, and she ought to have been wildly happy with such a husband – an aristocratic Roman, rich, handsome and passionate, showering Elvi with all the material things she could ever want. But how could she, knowing that all the time Rodari was demanding – and getting – love from her, his own love was given to someone else? He had married Elvi on the rebound from the beautiful Camilla, who had married another man – and did that mean he had forgotten Camilla? Did it even mean that he was no longer seeing her? And how much longer could Elvi put up with the situation?

Persepha couldn’t believe it when her beloved guardian died suddenly. Perhaps it was because she was numb with grief that she listened to her guardian’s friend, Don Diablo Ezreldo Ruy, when he announced his intention of marrying her. When she protested that she didn’t love him, he assured her that love would come. But all too soon she realized that all he really wanted from her was a child.

"I am probably everything you never wanted in a man," Don Cortez said firmly. "But fate plays a role in all our lives and whether you wanted me or not, mi vida, you have me." Arabel was not really shocked by what he had revealed about himself. He had lived and learned and grown rich out of danger. She didn't condemn him for any of that—only for his insistence that she live with him as if she loved him.

Julia hated Rome Demario for what he had done to her, but she couldn't erase him from her thoughts. Because in one brief, passionate moment of revenge, he had taken her innocence - and given her his child. Rome had succeeded in wrecking her life, and her only hope of piecing it together again was to do as he suggested and marry him. But what kind of marriage would it be - she hating him, he despising her as much as he desired her?

'Quite unforgettable,' Damien Demonides called Wilda. but she only wanted him to forget where and how he had seen her last—half-naked, dragged out of a man's hotel bedroom by his furious wife. Wilda had been innocent, merely a pawn in a particularly sordid divorce, but there was no convincing Damien of that; he seemed prepared to tell his mother, Wilda's employer, enough to ensure that she lost her peaceful job as maid-companion at the beach mansion on the Florida Key. She wanted to stay there—but was she prepared to pay the price that Damien seemed inclined to demand for his silence? And could she prevent herself from falling disastrously in love with him?