title: Perfect Sin
author:  Kat Martin 
description: Martin's (Silk and Steel) run-of-the-mill historical set in 1805 England and the Cape Verde Islands is strictly for readers who prefer their plot subordinate to steamy scenes. In lieu of creating a believable relationship between Randall Clayton, duke of Beldon, and Cait Harmon, an American, the author substitutes pages of hot, exceedingly repetitious sex scenes and a weak plot concerning an expedition to a deserted island to find the fabled necklace Antony gave Cleopatra. Needing to fund the expedition, Cait's father relies on a dubious baron/con artist whose previous business venture led to the death of Beldon's cousin. Is Cait's father part of the con? There's a lot of dangerous trekking through jungle to shake up the limping plot, but the padded writing is just a means to jungle seductions and dangers. How many times can the hero save the heroine from rock slides and wild animals? And can this relationship between two immature individuals, based on hot sex and inane secrets, be saved? (Oct.) <br />Copyright 2000 Reed Business Information, Inc.
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  PERFECT SIN
  
  Kat Martin
  
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  LONDON. ENGLAND MARCH, 1805
  
  it was the sound of her laughter, rich and melodic, sensuously feminine, that
  changed his life forever.
  
  Standing beneath a crystal chandelier in the Marquess of Wester's elegant
  ballroom, Randall Elliott Clayton, seventh Duke of Beldon, turned in search of
  the sound, not the laughter of a missish young girl, but the inviting,
  unaffected mirth of a woman.
  
  Rand's gaze traveled over the crush of expensively garbed men and women, his
  mind conjuring images of a dark sensuous beauty with heavy-lidded, black-
  fringed eyes, though logic told him such an open, uninhibited laugh could come
  only from an aging matron no longer governed by the dictates of society.
  
  Taller than most of the men in the room, he spotted her quickly. She was
  younger than he had imagined, perhaps no more than twenty, not dark and exotic
  but exactly the opposite, with fiery, gold-tipped red hair and clear green
  eyes. Her skin was neither dark n