Whitney MacAllister is rich, gorgeous and feisty. In fact she pretty much defines “feisty heroine”. Look it up in the dictionary and you’ll see a picture of Whitney right underneath. So it’s no surprise that none of Whitney’s coterie of interested male friends stimulates anything more than a mild uplifted eyebrow.
Until Doug Lord. Doug is on the run, with a packet of dreams taped to his chest. Letters he’s stolen that tell the way to a fabulous treasure, unseen around a woman’s neck since Marie Antoinette lost the head that sat on top of it! Doug is convinced that these letters will lead him to the long-buried treasure, and if he can just stay alive long enough to find it, his problems will be over. Hijacking Whitney’s car, and Whitney to boot, seems a good idea at the time, especially as it saves his neck.
In this fabulous romance, Nora Roberts whisks us from New York to Madagascar in the blink of an eye, with two incredible characters whose interaction dominates the book. Doug and Whitney are ideally matched, he’s a thief, she’s a jetsetting millionairess and possessed of huge amount of elegance and courage. (It's interesting to note that in this book, originally released in 1987, both hero and heroine smoke. Something you don't see in today's romances.)
The fact that they are seriously attracted to each other annoys the heck out of both of them when they’re not thinking about doing something about it. When you add the sizzling sexual awareness to an excellent plot full of really bad villains and tantalizing treasure, you’ll see why I gave this story my highest recommendation. It requires your full attention – in fact, I’d encourage you to buy this for yourself as a gift. Tell your family you’re taking a mini-vacation, and then bury yourself in the wild adventures and passions of Whitney and Doug. No passport required.