Brittany Winters reminded Sam Lawrence of a lovely woodland nymph whose smile promised blue skies and wildflowers. Now if only he could persuade her that his business of creating personalized games of people's lives - including one for her father's retirement - wasn't the silly pursuit she believed! Brittany admitted that Sam's touch made her head spin, and his promise to kiss every one of her freckles set her blood afire, but wouldn't loving a wild Renaissance man who chased his dreams around the world mean never having a real home? Sam had made her desire him, had fed the flames of her need with sexy phone calls at dawn, but the time for playing was past. She'd tried to live by the rules until she met him. Now could Sam teach her what the best players knew; that rules were made to be broken?
