Barbara Andrews

Hawaii was Eden, Stacy Livingston thought--a jungle of exotic flowers in a land that time forgot. When Keith Mactavish's lips touched hers in sensual invitation, she trembled... and she learned it wasn't only the fire goddess Pele who controlled the forces of nature! Keith's embrace ignited fires deep within her that stunned the delicate scientist with their heat. She'd come to search the caves for a legendary creature, but all of Keith's family believed she was after a family treasure. How could she explain what she truly yearned to find, when even she feared to speak its name? But when Keith pulled her to him in the soft moonlight, the music she heard sang of forever...

She had dreamt of burning kisses, of sizzling honeymoon nights in the hot glitter of Las Vegas. Now Gina stood on the edge of an icy mountain stream, miles from civilization, and glared at her new "husband". Many marry in haste to repent at leisure, but Gina had been so very sure. Deaf to every warning, she had agreed to marry Bruce Kenyon after one short week and flown to meet him. But from the moment she arrived, nothing had gone right. And now she knew why. She had been kidnapped. She was the prisoner of Jonathan, Bruce's identical twin brother. Trapped and tricked by a total stranger, she had married the wrong man!

In the space of one nippy November afternoon she'd lost her coveted spinning wheel-- utterly outbid at auction--and now she was losing her heart-- utterly undone by a stranger's charm. Sara Gilman bristled at the danger. Growing up as an army brat, she had a long history of short stays in too many homes. She'd given up a promising career to come to Vermont. She meant to dig in her heels. To settle. To stay. But Jason Marsh--professional restorer of old homes-- was clearly a nomad... a gypsy... an unsettling sort of man. What would she do once he had taken her into his arms, kissed her spun dreams of love and threads of passion that would bind her to him heart and soul-- wherever he chose to go? What would she do once he had made her heart his home?

She wrote sexy romance novels. Everyone expected Brenda Storm to look and act as if she'd stepped out of the pages of one of her own books. Eric Sheffield, president of a national bookstore chain, was no exception. From the moment his lips unexpectedly claimed hers at the New York Romance Conference, Brenda knew she had a lot to learn. He was willing to teach her. He transformed her, glamorized her, then took her on a three-week publicity tour of his bookstores. She was a sensation. But weaving fantasies was one thing; being Eric's bedroom playmate was another. So why did her heart tell her to turn her back on fantasy and take a chance on real live love?

For anyone else it would have been a dream come true. Cal Bishop was the designer of the decade. His estate was too luxurious to be real. Being singled out to model his luscious new line of sportswear then being miraculously swept into his arms -- what more could any woman want? But too much of a good thing put GerryBillings way between a rock and a hard place. She was an impostor in paradise -- not a model but a reporter assigned to infiltrate Bishop's camp and get inside information on a rumored merger. Her editor wanted a front-page story. Her conscience demanded caution. How could she spy on the man she loved--or open her heart to the man she'd been sent to betray?