Silkie Trevor isn't keen on her new P.I. assignment. She's not a prude, but being ordered to seek out a nameless man with an anchor-shaped birthmark on the most private part of his body isn't something she really wants to do. In order to find her man, Silkie must travel to Mistral Cay, a Caribbean nudist colony catering to rich, privileged women whose every fantasy is granted by handsome young men with chiseled pecs and washboard abs. To find the man she's after, she will be required to inspect the ""packages"" of each of the handsome gigolos working at the Cay. Julian St. John is intrigued by the latest arrival to his lush tropical paradise. The honey-blonde beauty with the fascinating green eyes is there under the guise of doing ""research"" for a long-time client of Julian's-Dr. Olivia Carstairs, the noted urologist. But St. John knows she's there for another, more private reason. Determined to have the petite woman for his own, he sets out to win Silkie's heart while she's looking for one particular body among his well-trained male escorts. It's a hot, hands-on job that will make Silkie and Julian sweat! Publisher's Note: This book was previously published elsewhere and has been extended and revised for Ellora's Cave.

Dáire Cronin is a stone cold killer who works for an ultra-secretive government agency that doesn’t officially exist. A highly trained assassin with a deadly aim and an even deadlier temper, Dáire is very good at what he does. He’s a no prisoners kind of guy, a cold, merciless operative who makes an unforgiving enemy. Star Kiernan is the only woman in the world for Dáire. He loves her more than his own life. Only her silky arms can hold his brutal world at bay and keep him sane in a world gone mad with violence. For her, he would risk anything, do anything, and God help the man or woman who gets in his way. Tyndall Gentry owns Dáire, body and soul. She is his handler, his boss. She directs every part of his life but she can’t stop him from preferring Star to her and that is the one thing that makes Tyndall even more dangerous than the man she controls. Under the hot, steamy sun of Florida’s Panhandle, Dáire and Star will learn the hard way that unrequited love and ruthless lust can drive a woman to extremes of pitiless revenge.

Barbara Allan works nine to five, five days a week. She has no boyfriend, no social life, nothing for which to look forward. She wants excitement, she wants adventure, she wants to find love. She came to Mistral Cay to enjoy a fantasy but instead found her destiny. Handsome young men with killer smiles. Muscular hunks with chiseled pecs and washboard abs and bulging biceps… Pirates and cowboys and Indian they were all there at Mistral Cay and at the beck and call of the women who have come to have their most secret fantasies fulfilled. For Barbara Allan, only the best would do and when he showed up that summer evening to entice her with his naked body and cocky grin, fantasy became reality at the infamous nudist colony.

Brandy Fontanelle had been trained since childhood in how to use his well-honed body for pleasure. The most expensive gigilo in Madame Marianne’s stable, he was the most sought after companion at the Rising Syn, his favors well worth the hefty price Madame charged for his services. In his expert hands, every woman melted, relinquishing whatever he asked to his blazing desire. When Marie Castile walked into the House of the Rising Syn in New Orleans, she looked into the face of the one man she knew God had chiseled by hand. She thrilled at the tender smile hovering on the young man’s seductive lips and the knowing gleam in his eyes that sent her pulses to racing. With his dark good looks and delectable body, she knew she had to have him—not just for one night, not for a weekend, but for the rest of her life. Though she hired out his body for the use of any woman who could meet the price, Madame had no intention of ever giving Brandy his freedom. He belonged to her and God help the woman or man who tried to take him from her!