Bold Breathless Love — Valerie Sherwood

He called her his Golden Bird of Love and he had wanted her from the day he'd first seen her on the balcony next to his in Amsterdam. Clad only in her nightdress, her golden hair catching the rays of the sun at dawn, her voice softly raised in song. And so Verhulst Van Rappard married Imogene and carried her off to America as his prize. He did not know that the song she sang was for another man, a copper-haired Englishman who had made her his on the sea-washed sands of a distant isle and who had promised to come to her again on the wings of Bold Breathless Love.