TEMPEST OF FURY When arms of steel trapped her slender waist and hungry lips branded her lustrous skin, Freya's rage exploded. How dare her enemy ignore her noble birth and treat her like any other female captured in battle! But even as the wild-haired beauty vowed eternal revenge, the spark of ecstasy was kindled deep inside her, and her supple body betrayed her. Then she couldn't help but swear allegiance to the man who made her vibrate with passion and beg for satisfaction... WINDSTORM OF LUST Hot- tempered Alaric had long planned the humiliation of his hated foe's daughter. Finally he clasped her hard against him and made free with her ample womanly charms... but the ruthless prince never expected her musky feminine scent to intoxicate him, her full provocative curves to drive him wild. Alaric had thought only of making the wench from across the ocean his lowly bedchamber slave; he'd never accept that now she was mistress of his heart, his treasured, beloved SEA JEWEL(less)