Illusions — Joan Elliott Pickart

There was definitely a naked man asleep in Cassidy Cole's bathtub! With his ruggedly handsome face and "kissin' lips," Sagan Jones was a single woman's dream, and how could she resist a smoothtalking vagabond with roving hands who promised he'd stay only until his luggage caught up with him? Sagan had come to Cherokee, Arizona, after promising Cassidy's brother he'd check up on her. He'd flexed his muscles, smiled his heartstopping smile, and won over everyone in town except her; she'd surrendered her bed to his lanky frame-would her virtue be next? Dancing in his arms filled her with sweet ecstasy, and where he touched, she melted. But Sagan had spent years running from loneliness, and though his lips vowed endless pleasures, Cassidy knew he wasn't a man to put down roots... and she was staying pit. Could she make him see that in a world full of Mirages and dreams that died with day, her love was real and everlasting?