"My name is Lucas Greywolf." A raspy voice, as soft and sandy as the wind that blew across the desert, spoke directly into her ear. It was a gentle sound, but Aislinn wasn't deceived. Like the winds it reminded her of, it could be whipped into a fury. . .Aislinn Andrews knows his name because his escape from prison has prompted a statewide manhunt. As lean and menacing as a panther, the fugitive invades her house, her bed, and then takes her as his...

Prosecutor Hammond Cross of Charleston receives a jolt when the woman with whom he had a one-night stand names him as her alibi in a murder case. The woman, who is a doctor, says she could not have committed the murder because she was in his arms at the time.

When newswoman Britt Shelley wakes up to find herself in bed with Jay Burgess, a rising star detective in the Charleston PD, she remembers nothing of how she got there--or of how Jay wound up dead. A disgraced firefighter realizes that the newswoman, Jay's last sexual conquest, might be his only chance to get personal vindication--and justice for the seven victims of a police station fire.