His touch was mesmeric . . . It was as if she trembled on the edge of an abyss. If she fell she would be shattered by explosions of pleasure, but Stone kept her teetering, wanting, thirsting . . .' A mysterious gift, handed to her by a dark and arrogant stranger. Who was he? How did he know so much about her? How did he know her life was crying out for something different? Something ... exciting, erotic? The pearl pendent propels Marika...