From the moment strikingly lovely Leonine Carter first laid eyes on Peter, she felt a tremor of fear. It was not the obviously dazzled look of instant adoration from this handsome young man that filled her with misgiving. Leonine was used to that look from men. But she was not used to the overwhelming wave of desire that rose within her without warning, the sudden ache of desperate need.

          Peter was idealistic innocence itself. Leonine was everything that experience and dissillusionment could make a woman. She knew what sheer insanity it would be for them to ever come together. But all too soon she realized that nothing … neither the certainty of cruel awakening for him, nor the threat of agonizing heartbreak for her … could keep them apart…