Shelley Tremayne was tired of men who treated love like a movie script and had gotten over Christopher Devon, an actor, who was far more in love with himself than with Shelley. She had even written a book, about their relationship; the names were changed, the setting switched to the nineteenth century.
Now her book was to be a movie. Everyone agreed that David Warren should play the lead. David was perfect: elegant, strikingly handsome, just like Christopher Devon! Shelley found herself lost in a swirling haze of old and new emotions as she tried to bury a memory...and trust another love.
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