Excerpt: Even now she could hear Glen's laughter, so personal, so intense. He reeled her in as literally as if he had taken her hands, dragged her to the parapet, and commanded her to jump. Lust--she didn't think she'd ever known until now. Drawn into the memories of a younger self, she scrounged for a wisp, a thread of an earlier time when she might have felt this way. Surely in her youth some man had made her melt and lose control. But she couldn't recall it: only this new, unspoken, outrageous demand of a stranger to be close, the soft rush of air, his breath slipping by hers in mere conversation, temptingly warm, sweet, her tongue sliding across her lips to catch the almost taste of him.