A> Loverboy
"I crave your body." Seeing this message on her computer screen, Lucy Beckwith wondered if she'd finally gone mad. It had to be a mistake; at the very least, someone's idea of a bad joke.

"I want you, Lucy Beckwith." Her admirer certainly knew who she was -- but when Lucy asked for his identity, all he said was, "Call me Loverboy.''

"I dreamed you were in my bed. " Erotic messages ... homespun poetry... outrageous flattery -- Lucy couldn't help but fall for Loverboy's brand of old-fashioned romance.

"My heart is yours." Lucy couldn't believe two people could fall in love when they'd never even seen each other. But at the dawn of the twenty-first century, anything is possible... .

A CENTURY OF AMERICAN ROMANCE
The women ... the men ... the passions .. . the memories.