Love's Elusive Flame — Phoebe Conn

SHE WAS HER OWN WOMAN

With her golden-red hair and sparkling green eyes, there was no doubt that Flame was her own woman. She would find the man of Her dreams if it took forever - but she didn't have to wait long once she came up against the roguishly handsome Joaquin. She could still feel the strength of his muscular body and the hardness of his bronze flesh. He had taught her how to return his ardent kisses and respond to his tantalizing caress. But if he wanted her completely she would have to be his only woman - she wouldn't settle for anything less.

HE WAS HIS OWN MAN

Joaquin considered himself far too clever to ever fall under any wench's spell. He had always been free to take women as he wanted, whenever he wanted, and not one had ever refused him or pretended to try. But none of them was Flame. Her figure was perfection, her creamy skin like silk. Her kiss was a long lingering gateway into the depths of passion. He needed her, he wanted her, and he was determined to have her. Only one night of wanton ecstasy just wasn't enough - once he was touched by LOVE'S ELUSIVE FLAME

Hero: Joaquin Villarreal
Heroine: Linda (Flame) Lannier