She was his cousin's beautiful widow, an enchantress with topaz eyes—and Linc Sinclair knew instantly she was all he ever wanted. Heat and desire had come up as suddenly as a summer storm, and his turbulent soul demanded he possess Toni Sinclair—her lips, her body, and her heart. Toni was full of want, doubts, and needs, but her renegade responses to Linc's wild, hot kisses terrified her. Kyle had hated his family, especially Linc, and Toni had only come to Fairview to arrange the sale of his family home—how could she tarnish his memory by surrendering to his enemy? But Linc was nothing like the man her husband had described—was it possible that Kyle had chosen to run instead of fighting for the life he wanted? When the evidence against Linc seemed undeniable, Toni was ready to pack her bags and leave, but she was torn by indecision: should she believe the letter of the man she'd lost, or the word of the complex man she'd grown to love?

Kathy Broderick gazed at the Dallas sky, but there wasn't a hint of snow in it. Then her bike hit the open door of a sleek limousine, and she fell into the lap of an outrageously sexy man! Paul Garth insisted on taking her to the hospital and replacing her mangled bike, though stubborn, independent Kathy kept saying no. Paul refused to listen to her proud protests—as long as he was trying to help out, he'd be sharing close quarters with the fiery redhead who made him want to be a hero in her dazzling eyes. When his lips finally seized hers, he tasted like everything she'd ever hungered for, but Kathy knew she was way out of her league. Men like Paul didn't fall for impoverished shop owners, yet Paul insisted she made him happy. Kathy had dreamed of someone to watch over her, but Paul's dark secrets shadowed the joy they'd found. Could she teach him that love was the true Christmas miracle, the star that lit up their sky?

She was drenched, bruised, and utterly exquisite, with alabaster skin and eyes that glittered like amethyst—and Brady McCulloch drew her to him, determined to protect the woman from whatever had terrified her. But when she awakened to find her memory gone, she still felt strangely certain she was home, that somehow she had been made for this glorious man who held her with tender compassion and whose embrace turned her blood to fire. Captivated by her body pressed against him, seduced by her sweetness, Brady had never known a woman to go up in flames at his touch—but once he discovered she was Marissa Berryman, Dallas socialite, he feared he'd lose his passionate wanton to the world he'd left behind. Marissa had been running from a nightmare when Brady had saved her, but grief still shadowed her nights. He'd never allowed himself to love before opening his soul to Marissa. Now could he make her admit that destiny had joined their hearts?