She cast a furtive glance across the room, warm brown eyes meeting the cold blackness of a stranger. She blinked a fraction of a second away, and when she reopened her eyes, the man was gone. She searched the ballroom, the lounge, the study, to no avail. She had given up hope of finding him there, but she knew she would meet him again.

There was a mysterious aura around him that captivated her. She knew not why, but found herself yearning for him. This stranger had woven his spell around her.

A deadly spell.

A love spell.