Courtney Adams felt only the friendly warmth of Jamaica's breezes, saw only the island's lush beauty, heard only the gentle lilt of the people's voices . . . until the news came that her brother had disappeared.
Suddenly the sultry evening turned sinister, danger sent her spiraling downward into darkness, and Courtney found herself swooning into a stranger's powerful arms. From the first touch of Michael O'Meara's embrace, Courtney believed the fate sent him to help her search for her missing brother . . . and to lead her to an exotic paradise of perfect love.
But even as Michael swept Courtney deeper into a swirling vortex of ecstasy, a flicker of doubt warned her to question the motives of this man who had arrived on the scene so conveniently to capture her trust and show her midnight's passions . . . or plunge her into midnight's terrors.