Jennifer Lewis is the bestselling author of more than twenty books. She has lived on both sides of the Atlantic and been addicted to books since she learned to read at age three. Her stories have been translated into--at last count--twenty-two languages and are read on every continent, except maybe Antarctica. She lives in South Florida with her family, and when she isn't writing she's usually kayaking.
A fortune teller predicted Joe Figueroa would meet the love of his life that very night, so he took fate by ?the horns and chose his wife. Now his marriage and his naval career are in ruins and he’s got a bone to pick with that psychic. When he tracks her down the haunting gypsy beauty doesn’t look a day older, just more entrancing than ever.
Did Joe choose the wrong woman to marry that night?
Susana Cigan barely recognizes the man whose fate she’d once seen linked with hers. Yet Joe awakens something inside her that stirs her body and threatens her psychic gift. She’s tired of her gypsy heritage confining her in a narrow world of tradition and superstition and knows she could lead this wounded and hostile stranger on a journey to redemption. Will she dare to follow her heart and venture into unfamiliar—and? sensual—territory with this man who threatens to break all her rules?
When New York heiress Lizzie Hathaway finds out the man of her dreams is only after her money—which is now all gone—she knocks him unconscious with a champagne bottle, and runs off.
Conroy Beale may be a little wayward, but he’s not heartless. When his quiet, studious Lizzie goes on a dangerous partying binge, he tracks her down, kidnaps her, and forces her to dry out. Lizzie wants revenge on everyone, including Con, and he reluctantly agrees to go along with her scheme to exploit her unwelcome notoriety for money.
Her plan explodes in her face when she drags Con and a camera crew back to the Louisiana swamp he’s been running from all his life. Now Con must confront the pain he tried to escape, Lizzie fights feelings that don’t follow any script, and there’s that troublesome attraction that threatens to boil the bayou…