Sarah was no lady the moment she shamelessly appraised handsome Dr. Heath Ryan. His aura of raw power and rugged virility flung her into a whirlpool of frightening yet wonderful emotions. He made her want to splash naked in teh sparking Pacific, to caress his muscled back, to hold him in a bed of sweetly scented flowers where he alone could rescue her from a tidal wave of unknown longing.
Heath was no gentleman when his gaze raked Sarah's lustrous black hair, her exotic turquoise eyes, her thrusting breasts beneath white lace. His blazing desire made him forget she was just eighteen and he knew he would conquer the innocent girl.