To Catch A Rook

For 31 years I've worn as many labels as designers shoes: <p></p><p>A young heiress </p><p>A business mogul </p><p>The Queen of Carlisle.</p><p></p><p>But none of these titles gives me the same satisfaction as when I see the hunger in their eyes. </p><p></p><p>The blond brooding Viking who keeps his hold on me from afar and refuses to let me go. </p><p>The wealthy powerful businessman who rules with an iron fist and a forceful tongue-in the boardroom and the bedroom. </p><p>The crafty cunning con-artist who thinks he's about to cash in on my fortune. </p><p></p><p>They all want the power I hold but none of them can touch me. </p><p></p><p>They are pawns on my chessboard and they'll soon discover ... </p><p>I am their Queen. </p><p></p>