Tudor, the young doctor, sees the devil in Piers' eyes too late to change his taunting tactics -- and his last shred of self-control vanishes like smoke in a gale. Uttering a fearful oath and springing forward, Piers snarls like an animal loosed from the leash. The struggle lasts seconds -- and Tudor finds himself flung backwards across the table and pinned there, with his enemy's hands gripping his throat, and fierce eyes, grim and murderous, glaring down into his own.
"Be still!" hisses Piers, his voice no more than a whisper. "Or I'll kill you -- by Heaven, I will!"
Strong and willful, Piers has been plunged into a time of troubles -- and now suddenly finds himself with the bloodlust pounding high in his veins . . . and is it because he is being forced to leave, through the contrivances and conniving of this doctor . . . or is it because his soul is aflame with a forbidden desire -- a welling from the depths of his soul that threatens to drown him each time he sets eyes upon that all-too-securely married Mrs. Denys?
Author Biography
Ethel M. Dell (1881 - 1939) was a British writer of over 30 popular romance novels and several short stories from 1911 to 1939. Ethel Dell worked on a novel for several years, but it was rejected by eight publishers. Finally the publisher T. Fisher Unwin bought the book for their First Novel Library, a series which introduced a writer's first book. This book, entitled The Way of an Eagle, was published in 1911 and by 1915 it had gone through thirty printings. Her debut novel is very characteristic of Ethel M. Dell's novels. There is a very feminine woman, an alpha male, a setting in India, passion galore liberally mixed with some surprisingly shocking violence and religious sentiments sprinkled throughout. While readers adored Ethel M. Dell's novels, critics hated them with a passion; but she did not care what the critics thought. She considered herself a good storyteller - nothing more and nothing less. She continued to write novels for a number of years. She made quite a lot of money, from 20,000 to 30,000 a year, but remained quiet and almost pathologically shy.
