Fire's Lady

INTRIGUED BY FAME, CONSUMED BY DESIRE

Even as her carriage rolled past the leafy lawns of East Hampton, beautiful Alexandra Glenn pined for the golden meadows of her Provence home. Young and sheltered, she had been sent to America to help restore the early paintings of the famed Andrew Lowell. She entered Lowell's majestic mansion, suddenly eager to embrace the glittering world of the rich and famous. Then, Matthew McKenna stood before her and the girl with the raven curls trembled with desire. His piercing blue-green eyes seemed to penetrate the very depths of her soul, and she wondered what burning secrets they hid. Try as she might, innocent Alexandra could not evade the splendid sensuality of the man she dared not trust. And on one starlit night, to the ceaseless pounding of the furious surf, she would risk everything for the fire of his kiss, his touch, his flesh.