They'd given him a number and taken away his name. Taken his freedom, his home, his family. Everything that made life worth living. But they couldn't take hope . . . and she came to him looking like an angel with hair the colour of silver moonlight and eyes the colour of a turbulent sea. She tenderly treated his wounds while he lay in darkness, giving him the will to go on.
But when her father took him from the mine to work on his lavish estate, a new torture faced the prisoner. Daily he was forced into contact with the innocent young beauty, yearning for just one taste of her pouting pink lips. Now, instead of his saviour, she became his tormenter as she frolicked in the pool, flirted with other men, teased him beyond endurance. Until one wild night when the world turned upside down and a daring escape made slave at long last master, and mistress.
