In the aftermath of an Indian attack, Jordyn regains consciousness only to discover she cannot recall her name, her past, or even the reason she was there in the first place. Inexplicably drawn to handsome Grayson Prophitt, the half-Seminole Indian who rescues her, Jordyn will soon learn that the only thing worse than not knowing her identity…
Is finding out who she really is!
In a place... Far from Paradise.
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Jordyn felt as though she might do something dangerous if he didn't release her soon. She had an intense desire to reach up and touch his face, to smooth the angry lines on his brow, to run her finger over his full lower lip, to gently caress the hardened muscles of his chest. Her heart pounded in her ears, her hands balling into fists to prevent temptation.
"Let me go!" she demanded through tightly clenched teeth.
"I will. As soon as I get what I came for," he replied, smiling insolently.
"And what's that?"
Without another word, he bent his head, his lips crushing down on hers. She fought the desire that instantly flared in her, tearing her lips from his, pushing him away with all her might. She raised her hand in a quick reflexive motion, venting her anger at herself as well as at him. She struck him far harder than she had intended.
A charming smile curved his lips as he rubbed his face. "Ah, but your gentle caresses do thrill me so," he said tauntingly.