DESERT CAPTIVE Alluring Bellina D 'Rosallini had been fleeing through the war-torn streets of Constantinople when the dark-eyed horseman, sword flashing at his side, had reared out of nowhere and pulled her onto his powerful stallion. Now, as she lay captive in his tent, fingers of fear traced her spine fear... and something more. For as she watched the muscles rippling across his bronzed chest and saw the desire smouldering in his tiger eyes, she knew she was completely at his mercy... Surek wondered what had possessed him to pluck this foreign child-woman from the thick of the fighting. But now that she was in his possession, she would have to learn to do as she was bid. He was Captain of his army, and master of his women. No woman had yet complained of this arrangement, and he did not think the little Venetian beauty would either--not once he had introduced her to the exquisite pleasures of a man 's caresses and the searing ecstasy of passion on the desert's burning sands...