Don't believe in reincarnation? Neither did Max nor Nikki...until the dreams began.
Glamour, glitz and danger await. In New York City, a chance meeting thrusts Maxim Devereaux, head of an international modeling agency, and Nikki Prentice, a sixteen-year-old street kid, into a business relationship that culminates ten years later into one of passion.
Plagued by danger and obstacles in their often tragic past lives, they have one more chance to get it right. But danger lurks for the mature Nikki when a stalker decides that she's the woman of his dreams.
Nominated for the 2004 CAPA Awards in the category of romantic suspense.
Golden Wings Award, November 2003
The laundry room door opened. Max stepped out, clad only in a forest green bath towel, wrapped around his trim waist.
Good grief. As if she needed any more temptation. "Max, really."
"Excusé moi," he said, his eyes alight with mischief. "Everything I had was soaked."
"Yeah, well you'd better get some dry clothes before you catch cold." How in the hell could she concentrate with him parading around wearing a towel? His body, sculptured like a Greek statue, had broad planes of muscle rippling across his back. And she didn't want to think about his firm butt, except there it was, covered only by a towel that looked like it might fall any second.
Inspiring. To say the least. Too bad she wasn't writing a romance novel. Having Max around would certainly spice it up.
"I'm going. I'm going. I don't want to risk offending your tender sensibilities." Max bowed and turned to leave.
Nikki stood up and huffed. "I'm not offended. I'm--" she abruptly stopped, stunned by what she'd almost said.
"Were you tempted, Nikki? I'm tempted every minute I'm in the same room with you." He walked toward her. "And when I'm not in the room with you, I'm thinking about you," he murmured, his voice deepening with emotion.
Her knees grew weak. She always turned to jelly whenever he spoke in those soft, sensual tones, his accent stronger than usual.
Like a fool, she backed away.