White Water Love — Alyssa Morgan

"Is that how it is? My arms last night, his today?" With a gasp Frayda jerked out of Pete's grasp. Is that what he thought?

For years they had fished America's best trout streams together-- Frayda; her brother, John; and his best friend, Pete. And this year, deep in the Oregon wilderness, she meant to show Pete she was more than John's little sister. But she hadn't counted on Royal Danford-- the insolent stranger with compelling good looks, expensive fishing gear, and macho ways. Clearly he saw her as nothing but a desirable woman. In his arms she felt as if poised above a roaring waterfall--helpless-- about to plunge into the churning rapids of passion waiting below.