Intuitively a man knows when a woman could unravel him. Mr. James Edwards, the Bond Street Bookshops bookbinder and The Velvet Basement's source of shibari photo plates has avoided Miss Olive Thompson for a long time. Her Friday deliveries of string, threads and yarn were a exercise of constant vigilance. Of constant denial. And of constant longing... until today. Today he was having a taste. Those large brown eyes had pleaded with him from across the room for the last time.But it would just be a taste.Who he was and what he wanted were not for someone who exuded innocence as clean and pure as a summer daisy beaming at the sun. Even if she though she wanted to. No he played in the murky underbelly of desires that people never showed in the light of day. They were nothing for Olive Thompson.The Bound Heart is a rich Victorian Romance with a moody, darkly sensual, gothic feel.