Golden Swan

When B.J. Gray roared up Cal Mixall's driveway, wrapped in form-fitting black leather, and crashed her motorcycle into his greenhouse, he was enchanted... and bent to kiss the shaken lady as the prince had awakened Sleeping Beauty! — She responded to his kisses like delectable dynamite, but B.J. was stunned that she'd reacted so wildly to Cal's potent lips -- this was the man she'd hated since girlhood, the heartless boy who'd laughed at her less-than-perfect teenage body and face. Now he found her alluring, impossibly attractive -- and she couldn't believe he accepted the beautiful illusion she'd become. Had she for years hated a man who never existed, remembered a boy's careless joke and ignored the complex, intriguing artist Cal had become?