Golden warrior

Eric Lind was utterly masculine, outrageously sexy, and had a rake's reputation to match--how could Sylvia Mathieson allow herself to get lost in his bluer-than-blue eyes when she refused to be one of a crowd? Eric knew at first glance that she was the port he'd want in any storm, a spirited goddess with satin lips and a husky voice that made bedroom promises--without even trying. First he had to convince her he was not looking for a conquest, that he was only a man who needed comfort and the soothing fire of her love. Struggling with old hurts that time had sharpened, both felt dizzy with…