Never before had a guest at Stafford Cottage triggered sensual tremors in the reserved innkeeper, but Colin St. James was like an earthquake to her soul. Hurt once by false love, Lizbeth had poured herself into work, but she deeply desired a family. With Colin. But these were flimsy dreams, for he was filled with wanderlust-and Lizbeth-lust-not
love. So each time he came near, she would skitter away. And with every kiss she would replace her sounds of pleasure with protest. But what if her "rejection" worked and her dream man disappeared into the night? Maybe she should encourage him-just a little....