Sweet Ember
She had surrendered herself totally -- to the mesmerizing flames of the campfire, the sweet smell of the pines, and the tender hands caressing her, sweeping her higher and higher into the vortex of desire.

But now, driving through Maine, to Pine Winds with a job teaching photography for he summer ahead of her, she remembered the past. Was he still there-- Douglas Weston, the-lean, handsome tennis star who had stolen her heart and changed her life forever? Surely what she had once felt was gone-- as dead as ashes. Or did she detect among the embers one last, lingering flame of love?