Her island paradise had been invaded Jilly, recently widowed, knew it was time to reenter the world. So she crewed on a boat sailing from England to the West Indies, and now she was house-sitting there for an absent friend. It was idyllic. Until the day she found a devastating stranger in the house making himself at home. She was at once horrified - and powerfully attracted. Edouard Forster, the black-sheep brother of her friend, insisted that the house had plenty of room for two. True, thought Jilly, but did her scarred heart have plenty of room for love?
How do you feel?