Summer mahogany

Gina’s face grew pale with shock. It couldn’t be Rhyder. Not after all these years. But there was no mistaking the tall, darkly tanned figure moving menacingly nearer.

Like a child, a young, naive Gina had once worshipped Rhyder Owens. But her desire for him, even then, had been like a woman’s. Gina was older now, an intelligent, sophisticated lawyer. Yet she felt the waves of panic rising inside her. “Why did you have to come back to Maine?” she protested in angry despair. “I don’t want you here. All I want to do is forget.” Rhyder’s narrowed blue eyes raked her body chillingly. “You couldn’t possibly have forgotten that you are my wife!”