Tropical Thunder
Their passion was as wild as the uncharted Florida wilderness!

UNTOUCHED PASSION

Her plan was to rescue her brother from the godforsaken Florida wilderness, reunite him with his two children, then return with all speed to England. That was before Lady Rebecca Winslow found herself stranded at Fort Brook waiting form her ship -- forced to endure the company of the incredibly arrogant, overwhelmingly masculine army scout Lance Logan. No man had ever told her what to do and Rebecca had no intention of letting Mr. Logan be the first. Still, it was impossible to resist her heady attraction to the man, and suddenly she wanted only to be held in his rugged embrace, to feel the touch of his powerful hands all over, to be kissed into ecstasy by those sensuous lips.

BURNING DESIRE

What the hell was an English lady doing here in Florida territory, cursed Lance Logan. He was too busy fighting off Indian attacks on the fort to protect outspoken females who got in his way, although it was becoming bloody difficult to resist those emerald green eyes, golden blonde hair, and sweetly curved body. It was clear that this was one woman who badly needed a man's touch, and Lance would be only happy to provide it by blazing a trail of red hot kisses along her silken skin and urging her to the shimmering heights of tropical ecstasy beneath the sultry southern sun!