The moment spirited Christina Duprea saw the dashing gambler aboard the River Queen, she knew him for a womanizer and a cad. But that didn't stop her cheeks from blushing, her pulse from pounding or her burning, yearning need that flared deep within her heart. The last thing Christina needed in her life was a low-down acrpetbagger. Still, when he crushed her to his broad muscular chest and began to stroker her soft round curves, the jade-eyed belle could not bear to ask him to stop...
Yankee officer on undercover mission meets Southern belle. Good book.
