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This beautiful, sensuous rose is everything you could want in a Hybrid Tea. From buds that are almost black, the cupped flowers emerge with a unique violet-red, before maturing into blooms that display a spectrum of colour from red to violet purple, to even darker hues. The sophisticated, sensual fragrance of floral and fruity aspects enhance this very desirable rose. The glossy green foliage has exceptional disease resistance, proven by its prestigious ADR award in 2014 and Bronze Medal and Most Fragrant Rose award at the Adelaide National Rose Trials in 2016. Neat bushy habit to 1.2m tall.

The floral and fruity aspects of the fragrance resonate in total harmony. The classic notes of rose are enhanced with a touch of lemon and a base note of rose geranium. Litchi gives a bright lively note. Also present are the scents of elder flower, peach and plum. The scents rest on a sweet bed of honey and earth tones.

The colour images and descriptions are to be used as a guide only. Every care is taken to accurately describe growth habits and reproduce the correct colour in images. However, other factors such as Australia's varied climatic conditions, seasons and soil type can affect blooming and rose growth.

Last autumn many of us shared what roses we were ordering and Dark Desire seemed a rather popular choice. I got mine from Palantine, and oh boy, was it ever healthy. It took off and even after the deer chomped most of its stems it just kept pumping out new growth, bursting with health, resisting the white flies that tormented the roses growing right next to it, not touched by blackspot. I usually like straight dark red roses, and avoid purple in roses. But photos of Dark Desire suggested a deep red rose with sophisticated dark violet overtones. The first 2 or 3 days of the opening buds are indeed spectacular (photo below), starting out deep wine colored then turning deep red.

Here's a shot of my 1 yr old bush that I took today. It was hot last week thus it has a lot of red tones to the flower. What impresses me most about this rose is that it is an own root bush. How many 1 yr old own root roses grow like this?

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Drawn to the far Carpathian Mountains, Shea found a ravaged, raging man, a being like no other. And she trembled. For in his burning eyes she recognized the beloved stranger who'd already become part of her.

Known only as Jag, he leads the Knights of White against the soulless Darkland Beasts who took his wife and his life. Jag is immortal, destined to live with the vengeance he feels in his heart and the dreams that haunt his soul. Sensual dreams of a woman. Karen Gibson is an innocent mortal, unwittingly thrown into this millennia-old battle, and - unwillingly - under Jag's protection. She and Jag are about to discover they have met before - in the dreams they share. Neither trusts the other. Neither can survive alone.

He lay quietly and slowed his heart until it barely beat, only enough to allow him to think, to gather himself for one last try. If she survived, he was going to bring her to him. He would not allow any more attempts on her life. If she lived or died it was his decision alone. 'Come to me, come here to me. The Carpathian Mountains. The remote, wild regions where you should be, where your home is, your people are. Come to me.' He sent the call, filled her mind with the compulsion. It was strong. The strongest he had been able to accomplish. It was done. It was all he could do without furthering endangering his own life. So close to his goal, he would not take any foolish risks.

They had found her again. Shea O'Halloran ran for her life. She had been more careful this time, now that she was aware she was being hunted. She had plenty of cash hidden in various locations, her truck was a four wheel drive, had a camper shell so she could live in it if necessary. She kept essentials packed so all she had to do was grab a bag and run. Where, this time? Where could she go that she could loose them for a time? She was driving fast, skillfully, racing away from those who would dissect her like an insect, those who looked upon her as something less than human.

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His wife, Noelle, gave birth two months ago to a boy. I know he was bitterly disappointed at having a son. For some reason, it is important he have a female child. He is with me all the time, even though I am often alone. He is in my mind talking to me, whispering how much he loves me. He has a strange blood disorder and cannot go out into the sun.

He has such strange habits. When we make love, and you can't imagine how glorious it is, he is in my mind as well as my heart and body. He says it is because I am psychic and so is he, but I know it is more. It has something to do with his need to drink my blood. There I wrote it where I could not say it aloud. It sounds awful, terrible, but it is so erotic, the feel of his mouth on me, my blood in his body. How I love him. There is rarely a mark unless he wishes to brand me as his. His tongue heals wounds quickly. I have seen it, like a miracle. He is a miracle.

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