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| lowly prostitute who lifted her skirts to any man who paid her the price, the thrill of being with her made him forget about the others she took to her bed. He had come to take her away, if not willingly, then by force. The outback was a lonely place without a woman. For a while at least, Bianca Whitelaw would have to do. |

| He stepped inside the dark hovel, where a lone candle flickered low on a table. A blanket hung between the front and back rooms, and he knew that when it was drawn closed, Bianca was not to be disturbedthat she was busy with a client. |

| Frowning, nervous perspiration beading his brow, Stanford glared at the drawn blanket. There was no denying what was transpiring behind it. The grunts and groans and the squeaking of the bed played with Stanford's vivid imagination, and he could hardly bear the thought of Bianca's legs wrapped around another man's waist, meeting his eager thrusts with her own. |

| Gifted with a body that could make a man's heart stop, Bianca knew the ways to make a man lose his senses. Apparently she was practicing her skills eagerly today. The recipient of her charms was now howling like a wolf. |

| Bianca was screaming, a part of her ritual in the bed. |

| Unable to take any more, Stanford jerked the blanket aside and stormed into the back room. Blinded with jealous fury, he yanked the man away from Bianca and tossed him so that he thudded hard against the wall. |

| "Get out, damn you," Stanford shouted at the |

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