Wild Blue Yonder
He dropped from the sky in an ancient biplane like a barnstorming pilot of days gone by, utterly destroying the placid existence Krissa Colbrook had insisted on since the death of her young daredevil of a husband. Looking like a vagabond without a penny to his name, Mike Donahue was rich in words that charmed and looks that burned, melting Krissa's staunch resistance.  Tempted into the gazebo where her grandparents had discovered the pleasures of love so many years before, Krissa fought her wild need to hold this man, feel his mouth on hers.  Mike vowed to free her from her safe, protective shell, but could the man who understood her fears teach Krissa that it was good to dare to love?