The Hunk with the Wicked Grin...

Once Kevyn Llewellyn spotted him in the crowd, she knew her search was over. Rusty Rivers had the magnificent body she needed for the warrior-god of her fantasy painting, and she had to have him right away-even if it meant abducting the exhausted athlete from the triathlon course! Once shed brought him to her studio, his fiery gaze burned her body, and his steamy embrace left her spellbound. Rusty teased that she couldn't have his body unless he could have hers, but when Kevyn's teal-blue eyes and silver-streaked hair kept him up nights he knew that the lovely dream-spinner had slipped inside his defenses--and tackling her wouldn't help a bit! Kevyn tried to resist the yearning she felt in Rusty's arms, certain that love never lasted, that he'd leave her in sorrow if she let him touch her soul. He'd waited all his life for a lady to need him as her knight in battered armor, out could Rusty teach Kevyn the healing magic or love?