Wildfire of Love
Endless nights of romance.

Alaska. The starlit nights seemed to last forever, and the lure of gold still worked its own special magic. Here beautiful artist Carly Marshall met handsome gold-miner Patrick Donovan, fell in love, and immediately wished she hadn't. For how can a romance end happily ever after when the man of your dreams seems to think you're just like all the other women waiting for him to sweep them off their feet? And how, knowing this, can you share a house with him, pretending to be 'just friends'?

Carly couldn't decide whether to stay with Patrick and hope for the best or to take the next plane to anywhere and never see him again. Then suddenly the choice was no longer hers, for she stumbled on a secret that made her some very powerful enemies: enemies from whom only Patrick might save her - if he loved her enough.

BEFORE SHE COULD MANAGE A WORD, HIS MOUTH CAME DOWN TO COVER HERS...

There was no chance to do anything other than submit to that possessive embrace. His tongue probed gently at first, seeking purposefully before his lips hardened. Even is she'd had the inclination to resist, Patrick's expertise would have won her over. His hands moved surely, arousing feelings that she'd only suspected she possessed.

A moment, or was it eons later, he raised his head and brushed his lips insistently across the soft hollow below her ear. "Let's go over and try to get comfortable," he murmured, as he moved her toward the cot. "This is a hell of a place to make love..."
