"You want to know my secrets?" Amelia asked."All of them.  I wish to know everything about you," the highwayman replied."Like where I keep my fortune, how come I never carry any valuables around?""No, nothing like that.  I can get money from the others."Her nerves tightened when he mentioned the others.  Other women? She knew he must have robbed others.  But somehow she'd taken to thinking that she was the only one.  Did he kiss the others?  Kidnap them?  Hold them close enough to feel his desire?"From you, Amelia, I want more. I want to know your heart."  When he placed his hand over her heart, flat against her breast, she gasped, her every nerve whipping to attention.  "I want to know your soul.  To know every inch of you."  He drew closer still, his mouth lowering until his lips almost touched hers. "Inside and out."His kisses        taunted her for being a lady-and dared her to be a woman....Once shameless.  When the highwayman galloped into her life, stole her precious ring, and left her with a searing kiss, Amelia Benedict swore to get justice. But suddenly the notoriously aloof Miss Benedict began to speak of love, of marriage to her dashing gentleman suitors, inspired by the exciting new desires the masked bandit had made her feel.  And then the highwayman struck again, stirring her passions to feverish heights, making her certain that no proper gentleman would do.Once reckless.  By day he graced the garden parties of the ton searching for a wealthy wife.  At night he became the highwayman, stealing from the rich he despised.  Ousted from Oxford and disinherited by his uncle, the crotchety earl of Stoke, Dylan Marlow vowed to restore his lost fortune at any cost.  Until beautiful, innocent Amelia Benedict fell in love with the masked phantom, compelling him to become a real man to win her hand.  But how could he compete with himself for the woman who had stolen his roguish heart?  Once wicked. Read Less