From the Inside Flap
Jacqui turned, her intention to immediately withdraw. And found herself face to face with Harry Talbot, standing in front of a chest of drawers, apparently looking for underwear.
Bad enough that she'd walked into his room without even knocking, but then there was the small fact that he'd just stepped out of the shower and was naked but for a towel slung carelessly about his hips.
As he spun to face her it lost its battle with gravity.
He made no move to retrieve it and, despite opening her mouth with every intention of apologising for having blundered into his room, she found herself quite unable to speak.
He was beautiful. Lean to the bone, hard, sculptured, his was the kind of body artists loved with their life classes.
Which made the scars lacerating his back, scars which he hadn't moved quickly enough to hide from her, all the more terrible.
Without thinking, she reached out as if to touch him, take the pain into her own body.
About the Author
Liz Fielding was born with itchy feet. She made it to Zambia before her twenty-first birthday and, gathering her own special hero and a couple of children on the way, lived in Botswana, Kenya and Bahrain. Seven of her titles have been nominated for RWA’s Rita®; and she has won the Best Traditional Romance in 2000, the British Romance Prize in 2005 and the Best Short Contemporary Romance in 2006.