From the Inside Flap
She managed to say shakily, "Now would be better. Go now." Far better. This was dangerous, playing with explosive unknowns. She could get badly burned if she let herself drown in this trembling vulnerability. She might drown, never find herself again. She told her arm to pull away, but his fingers slid down and his thumb found her inner wrist. The caress shot right through her but she managed to turn her groan into words, to whispers.
"Scott, I--please, I want you to go away now."
Why could he not let her play the harmless game of self-deception? She could say go, and he would touch her, kiss her, and somehow despite her protests he would make love to her before he walked away. She ached for his touch, but so much better if she said no even though she trembled for him, because she would have herself intact later. A night's passion, but not of her asking.
From the Back Cover
He pulled his hand back, but his voice was seduction overlaid with a low anger. "I don't ravish youngsters, music lady, and you're no child, so make up your mind.
Melody Connacher's life as a song-writer hidden away on a beautiful island near Canada seemed one of tranquil happiness until rugged ship's master Scott Alexander burst into her world. He had nothing to do with her yet he was determined to stay, and though she found him exasperating, she could not deny that his arrival had shattered her existence with unforseen consequences ...
