Autumn Fires
Seeing her drenched to the skin on his doorstep, he took her for a scheming witch with a Halloween trick up her sleeve. Jessica Wren had been ready to make for any port in the storm, but within seconds she swore she'd rather drown with her car in the ditch than accept his insults.

With a will she launched herself out into the elements, only to be drawn back into the warmth of his home and--all too suddenly--into the heat of his embrace. Matthew Bold. As explosive as his name, his touch was electric. Why did his arms seem a safe haven? What was she doing? How could she surrender to a stranger's searing kiss, bewitched by the /lames that blazed on the hearth in the autumn fires?