False pretenses

It was an auspicious and fateful beginning--tossed into the arms of Jerome Moncourt by a violent storm that opened the flood gates to Meg's own raging torment of desire and deception.

For Meg's visit to the glorious south of France was an exercise in duplicity--she was undertaking a charade for which she felt wretchedly guilty. And her plans hadn't included awakening to her own passionate needs with a chance-met stranger who had a well-practiced line of seduction. Especially since Jerome made it clear he wanted all of her secrets...body and soul. And that he wasn't about to disclose any of his own!

[Taken from FictionDB]