Torch Job
Look into the heart of the fire . . .

Taffy Darling lay gasping on the burning gallery floor, while tongues of flame licked the walls and thick smoke billowed around her. Her consciousness slipped away ....

But strong, determined arms lifted her to safety. Or so she thought. She struggled to breathe Chicago's night air again when a pair of soft, cool lips suddenly met her own. And staring into Paco Jones's dark, mesmerizing eyes, she wondered if she had escaped the burning inferno after all.

Because now she was fantasizing about the very man who might have been trying to kill her.