"To sum it all up, I see myself stranded, with neither past nor future, in a small house, with a very beautiful woman:'
April Wilde's heart pounded, her mind was in a whirl. What was she to make of this handsome shipwrecked stranger? Marooned in her snug Nantucket home as the hurricane raged on around them, he claimed not to know who he was or where he had come from. She had dragged him, half dead, from the sea and nursed him back to life. But now, as he stood over her, tall, tan, and leanly muscular, it was she who was the helpless one, tossed about on a sensual sea, overcome by a storm of desire that threatened to overwhelm her.