SHE WAS THE ONLY WOMAN HE'D EVER LOVED.... — The alabaster skin, the amethyst eyes—Dev Abrams shook his head. Why, after all this time, did he think he saw his dead wife in the theater lobby? Then he looked again and met the shocked eyes of the only woman he had ever loved. Felicity felt stunned, dizzy at the sight of her husband in the magnificent flesh. He'd been reported killed in the middle of a revolution, but her heart shouted with triumph that it wasn't true. He'd identified her body by the wedding ring he'd given her, but now destiny had revealed the shocking truth. Dev claimed Felicity with an embrace of such violence and hunger she wept, then returned his kiss with a fierce need that echoed his own. Drawn into a passionate maelstrom that overwhelmed them both, Felicity and Dev fought to recapture ecstasy's memory, but shadows in the night still threatened their lives. Seared by savage desire, consumed by wild need, could they protect the eternal flame of their love?