Was he brave, or just a little crazy?
Valentine Larrabee remembered Quaid Perrault. The last time she saw him he'd been lying in a snowy canyon, bloody and near death after a catastrophic fall from a rotting overhang of ice. No longer the arrogant yuppie, he was subdued, preoccupied. Val found herself wanting to make him smile. What a mistake! The man had a grin that could melt icebergs. She didn't want a relationship, didn't deserve one. But Quaid's kiss made her forget her fatal flaw. Rashly, she offered him one passionate night to deal with their crazy longing...or so she thought.
Maybe Val tamed a few devils by sharing that unforgettable night with Quaid—but it almost destroyed him. Four years before, he had been one of "the hardest of the hard men," at the top of his game. In spite of that, in his attempt to conquer 'Death Scream,' he'd lost it, his concentration, his strength, and nearly his life.
It was damned poor timing to fall in love with a woman battling...