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A shy spinster who lived with her mother and a cat, it's easy to dismiss Winspear as out of touch with her contemporaries and her books did have unusually darker elements. But a quick glance at the titles of current releases in the racier and more cosmopolitan Modern Romance series suggests that dominance is still dominant. Stories in which male dominance remains the norm stand accused of setting back women's emancipation, our hard-won rights to a partner instead of a ruler.

They are considered outdated, no longer representing what women of today really want, but none the less encouraging such desires to linger. Whatever appears on the pages is there because the readers want it. Every reader I spoke to expressed a similar sentiment - they reached for a romance novel for its promise of a happy ending. No more doubts! No more disappointments! Jilly Cooper puts it best: 'After all, life's bloody tough. Prince Rafiq of Lucia-Serrat stared at the woman sitting across from him. He had thought the biggest surprise of his Monday had been to find Kiley at her desk that morning, instead of on her honeymoon.

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He hadn't seen his secretary in five days. She'd taken off part of the previous week to prepare for her impending marriage. A flash of pink caught Gino's attention. The sight of Ally moving towards him in a T-shirt and jeans, her body filled out to perfection, caused him to pause in his task of tightening the lug nuts. If he didn't miss his guess, she hadn't been able to sleep, either. She walked with purpose, a sign that he feared didn't bode well for the desired outcome. But he was prepared for any hurdle she was determined to put in his way. Mick stripped off the rest of his clothes, his gaze never leaving her.

Then he stretched out beside her, laced his fingers with hers and brought her knuckles to his mouth for a gentle kiss. With his other hand, he deftly slid open the drawer of the nightstand. Shifting her hand in his, Erin drew them both slowly over the velvet pillow and over her skin, then up to the silk pillow and across her neck.

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Turning her head, she placed an equally gentle kiss on his fingers. It might have happened the moment I saw you. Of course I was in denial. I didn't think I was capable of loving again Traci pictured Parker with a houseful of brothers and sisters. The image made her dizzy with happiness. She clung to Daniel's arm, knowing he would make a strong, caring father. The silken heat of her drove him to the brink. He managed to stave off his own satisfaction only by focusing every ounce of his thoughts on her. Her needs. Her wants. Ignoring the heady scent of floral fragrance and warm woman, Nathan concentrated on finding just the right touch that would please her, make her forget her own name.

He elicited gasps, moans, and sighs, but only when he plucked the sweet centre of her with his finger and thumb, and drew her nipple deeply into his mouth did he find the hot button that made her whole body tense and tighten. Victory poured through him for all of two seconds before his own release swamped him, made him forget both their names. He had been wrong. She nodded, keeping her gaze firmly on the pad of paper she clutched on her lap.

Rising Darkness by Cynthia Cooke 'You can trust me,' he whispered. Designer Sex by Heather McAllister Mick stripped off the rest of his clothes, his gaze never leaving her.

The man was smooth. The man would be rewarded for it. He was more like his father than hed thought.


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Even if he took the greatest care never to fall in love with his own wife, he wouldnt be able to bear the thought of her being understanding. Of expecting him to carry on as though he was still a bachelor, so that she could enjoy her own sexual adventures. In short, of becoming a cuckold.

You had better return to the ballroom. As you yourself said, it is quite improper of you to be out here, alone, with a man like me. She pouted. It is absurd of you to preach propriety, when everyone knows you have never had any time for it. Then, in a move so swift it took him completely by surprise, she flung both arms about his neck. God dammit, what are you about? He reached up and tried to disentangle himself from her hold. He managed to prise one hand off, but then she dropped her fan, leaving her other hand free to find purchase.

When he stepped smartly back in a more determined effort to evade her grasping hands, she clung tighter, so that he found himself dragging her with him. Let go of me, you impudent baggage, he growled. I do not know what you think you will achieve by flinging yourself at me like this, but There was a shriek. Light flooded the terrace as the doors from the house burst open.

The girl who had been clinging so tenaciously slumped against him, pressing her cheek to his chest. Lord Deben! A well-built matron stalked towards him, her jowls quivering with indignation. Let go of my daughter this instant!

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He still had his hands on her wrists, from when hed been trying to prise her off. As he attempted to push her upright, she gave a little moan and arched theatrically backwards, as though in a faint. Instinctively, he caught her as she began to fall. And though part of him would have dearly liked to let her slump into a crumpled heap on the damp flagstones, another part of him knew that were he to give in to such a base instinct, it would only make the situation look worse for him.

At any moment, another person might take it into their heads to come outside, and what would they see? The wicked Lord Deben standing over the prone body of a shocked, half-ravished innocent? Or the wicked Lord Deben standing with the swooning victim of his attempted. With the indignant mother demanding the release of his supposed victim?

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Whichever tableau they would see, the outcome would be the same. These two females would expect him to make reparation by marrying this scheming little baggage. He had never been so angry in his whole life. Caught in the kind of trap a greenhorn should have seen coming. And on his first foray into the world of so-called innocents!

How could he have so woefully underestimated the predatory nature of womankind? Hed dismissed those virtually indistinguishable white-clad girls in the ballroom as vapid, brainless ciphers.

But this girl had a quick mind. And an immense amount of ambition. He was the wealthiest, youngest, most highly ranking man she was ever likely to get within what he guessed was her limited social reach. And she had taken ruthless advantage of his momentary lapse of concentration to compromise him.

She didnt care a whit for his character.