He was no gentleman. Journalist Skyler Trask glared at lovely Arden Devereaux. It was bad enough that he had to waste his time covering a non-existent war on the isle of Crete, babysitting the boss's debutant daughter while she wrote frilly stories about Greek ruins added insult to injury! Skyler when he should despise Arden for her high-society ways, but what he felt was far worse. For her wide emerald eyes had him tied up in knots, and her cool blond beauty made him burn to make her melt in his arms! But she was a lady. Arden thought it was high time the New York Sun sent a lady reporter into action. And she had no patience with the sardonic glances and sarcastic comments of Mr. Skyler Trask. She told herself he was not the sort of man whose opinions mattered, anyway. He was rude, uncivilized...and far too handsome for her peace of mind. Then one moonlit night he took her in his arms, and the time for avoiding the truth was past. She wanted him to kiss her, ached for him to caress her, and needed him to love her until they both were bound by Desire's Chains.