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

MOONLIT MAGIC As San Francisco's most successful attorney, dashing Rafael Ramirez had no time for entanglements with women, until he saw stunning Alicia Caldwell aboard the Reina del Mar. Her honey-gold curls beckoned for his touch; her pouting pink lips invited his passionate kiss. Never one to turn away the opportunity for a brief exciting fling, the reckless black-haired lawyer pulled her into his demanding embrace. But the moment he fit her luscious curves against him, he groaned with desire—and dismay—for he knew even a lifetime would never be ugh to savor the sensual pleasures only she could give! SEASIDE SPELL For heiress Alicia Caldwell, there were only two kinds of men: grasping fortune hunters and wealthy boors. But when her gaze-traveled over Rafael's virile frame and handsome features, she turned hot with desire instead of cold with disdain. Before she could think to refuse him, she was shamelessly clasped against his muscular chest and hungrily matching his relentless ardor. Somewhere in the back of her mind she resolved he'd never win her money or her love, but now all she could do was give in to tumultuous rapture—surrendering her heart to STARLIT ECSTASY