Gray Syzmanski, one of Tampa’s elite, grandson of the founding partner of Winston-Roe, chose the DEA instead of a position with the law firm, only to go through hell. Eight years later he returns to what is at best a BITTERSWEET HOMECOMING—and the job he refused before his ordeal. Andi Young, a prosecutor he had a brief liaison with before his ordeal, is still there and miraculously still wants him. The young couple who felt MORE THAN LUST but had no opportunity to explore their feelings then, now have a chance to have it all—if only Gray can accept that it’s his mind and heart, not a perfect body—that makes him her perfect mate.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / ContemporaryAmazon review average 5.00; a bestseller at Ellora's Cave in 2003; multiple prizes for top contemporary erotic romance of 2003.
The beach scene looked normal. Too normal. Kids played in the surf while sunbathing moms cast periodic glances their way. A volleyball game was going on farther down the white sand beach. Soft waves slapped against the shore, lapping close, closer with each pulse of the incoming tide.
Gray Syzmanski looked away from the scene. Adjusting his grip on forearm crutches, he started across the parking lot. The stench of hot asphalt reminded him of the all-encompassing miasma of the South American jungle where he’d spent seven miserable years. By comparison, this ninety-degree May afternoon in Florida felt downright comfortable.
He shoved the images of insects and snakes and the stench of rotting tropical vegetation to a far corner of his mind. He was home now.
A sudden needle-like stab in his thigh almost sent him sprawling. Hell of a situation, not knowing when his screwed-up nerves were going to kick in and relieve the numbness with agonizing pain. He paused, leaned against the hood of a gleaming silver Porsche.
His had been that color, an older model than the one he was using to prop himself up. He’d driven it the weekend before he left. Whatever happened to Andi Young, the redheaded prosecutor who’d come home with him? He’d wanted, expected, to continue the affair they’d begun that Friday. Memories of them making hot, adventuresome love had kept him going when he otherwise might have given up the fight to stay alive.
Andi. A sassy name for a sassy lady. A sassy lady who’d loved playing erotic games. Top, bottom, or anywhere in between. And she’d had a brain too. They’d talked for hours about legal precedents and how she could use them in a trial the following week. He’d pretty much decided during the long flight to Colombia that she was the woman whom he’d questioned whether he’d ever be able to find—a soulmate as well as a bedmate.
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