Tessa was all set. She was engaged to marry the perfect man. He was rich, great looking, and a doctor. Then, on Valentine's Day, the gift basket came. Filled with handcuffs, naughty toys, and the like. Not long after that the letters started coming. Then the phone calls. Her perfect fiancé wasn't looking so perfect any more. A late night breaking and entering convinces her of that when her secret admirer comes to call, and show her just how completely she belongs to him—only him—body and soul.

Sequel to Whipped Cream and Handcuffs When Marc's birthday present arrived-a silk scarf and black-and-white photographs of a nude woman-it only took him a few minutes to figure out to whom that body belonged.brbrAfter all, he had been in love with Blush Taylor since high school; the girl had driven him crazy with her pranks for years.brbrWhat Marc couldn't understand was why she was sending these pictures now. She was probably just toying with him again, as usual. It would be too much to hope that she would feel the same attraction that he has for all these years . . .