Midnight Rider

She was his captive.

As soon as the tall, handsome Spaniard leaned down from his stallion to offer her a rose, Caralee McConnell knew California held danger. But all too quickly she was forced to deny the heat Ramon de la Guerra had sparked. Determined to please her uncle who had saved her from poverty, she must resign herself to marrying a man he has chosen for her…and ignore what is in her heart.

He was the one man she was forbidden to have…

Behind Ramon’s dark eyes throbbed the memory of his lands, stolen by the beautiful Americana’s uncle. He had sworn to reclaim them—riding by night as the ruthless outlaw, El Dragón. In a moment of rage and revenge, he stole Caralee away to his mountain lair…but there, in a passion as sweet as California wine, he would reveal a secret that could cost him his life—and his heart’s freedom—in Midnight Rider.

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Unconsciously, Carly took a step away. “This is Del Robles land. You’re trespassing.”

Ramon strode toward her, his expression dark and unreadable.

“Ah, querida…surely you would not begrudge a man a visit to the place that was once his home.” He didn’t stop till he reached her, his tall hard body towering over her small frame.

“I-I’m not dressed. The least you can do is turn around so that I may put on my clothes.”

A corner of his mouth inched up. “Why would I wish to do that?”

“Certainly not because you are a gentleman.”

He laughed at that, a bitter sardonic sound.

“No, certainly not because of that.” Her heart was throbbing, pounding against her ribs. Still she didn’t glance away.

“I think that you should leave.”

He laughed again, a little less harshly. “I had forgotten what a tiger you can be when you are angry.”

“And I had forgotten how infuriating you can be.” She reached for her riding habit, folded neatly and resting atop a rock. Ramon reached for it too, pulled it from her trembling fingers.

“You will not need clothes…at least not yet.” Heat rolled through her. Dear God. She looked into those hot dark eyes, saw the hunger he made no attempt to disguise. God in heaven, even after all he had done, she still wanted him. Perhaps in that moment, more than ever before. He must have read her thoughts for he caught her arm and dragged her hard against him. His mouth curved faintly.

“So…you feel it, too. I had wondered…”

“Let me go, Ramon.” He only shook his head.

“No, querida. I do not think so…not this time.”