She breezed into the Bahamas as lightly as a silver-blond cloud in a clear blue sky. Looking as harmless as a hummingbird, hiding behind a facade of featherbrained chatter, she was determined to rest, to let no one—nothing—ruffle her sleek feathers. A deceptively beautiful, brainy, self-possessed world traveler, Kendall James had weathered war and revolution with scarcely a quiver. Surely a whirlwind romance was the last thing she was looking for. But now, gazing up into Hawke Madison's steely gray eyes, she was suddenly afraid—afraid because the predatory heat of his desire echoed her own nameless yearnings, warning her she had met her match, and that had never—ever—happened to her before.