Golden Swan

When B.J. Gray roared up Cal Mixall's driveway, wrapped in form-fitting black leather, and crashed her motorcycle into his greenhouse, he was enchanted... and bent to kiss the shaken lady as the prince had awakened Sleeping Beauty! — She responded to his kisses like delectable dynamite, but B.J. was stunned that she'd reacted so wildly to Cal's potent lips -- this was the man she'd hated since girlhood, the heartless boy who'd laughed at her less-than-perfect teenage body and face. Now he found her alluring, impossibly attractive -- and she couldn't believe he accepted the beautiful illusion she'd become. Had she for years hated a man who never existed, remembered a boy's careless joke and ignored the complex, intriguing artist Cal had become?

Filled with longing, B.J. craved the heat of his body, the hunger in his eyes, but she feared he'd remember the secret of her past. Could Cal teach her to see herself as he did, and set her free to soar?