Body heat...
SOON YOU'LL BE MINE...
At first Ann Carson thought the notes were a prank. Then came more sinister threats...and the eerie awareness that someone was watching her. Ann dreaded the long, hot summer nights--until rugged policeman Clay Clinton became her bodyguard. She would finally be able to sleep at night--if only thoughts of Clay would stop invading her dreams....
In daylight, Clay had no trouble focusing on his mission: hunting the stalker. After sundown, however, he found it harder to concentrate. For his wary gaze couldn't ignore Ann's sultry blue eyes--or the heat-flushed skin bared by sheer, silky nightgowns. As Clay struggled against the fire storm of desire, the killer closed in--and still, the temperature was rising....