You always get what you're not searching for. When Cade McAvey finds an orphan in need, he knows he can only do one thing at a time. Can he keep his hands off her while he helps her? When Sara Parkman discovers Cade, she is unable to refuse his assistance. He's all man, and she craves him with all her being. When an unexpected letter arrives, it throws her into turmoil. Will she make the right choice or will it cost her? Excerpt: Cade McAvey glanced around the bright-as-day ballroom for a likely candidate. Skulking, prescient shadows reached with invisible tentacles about him, threatening to cut off his air. Guilt ate away at him, turning his stomach into twisted knots. He knew his search for protection against the lurking evil would be ridiculed, but he didn't much care at this point if he was found out. He stood near the open doors to allow the night air to waft around him, to cool his body and his growing irritation. The women were dressed as brilliantly as peacocks and the men in their dark suits were much like vultures hovering and waiting, ready to hone in on them as soon as they separated from the main group. Here, there were no suitable woman for him, no unknowing candidate. The women were gaudy, their heads filled with nothing more than fripperies. He stood back from the swirling, ever changing dancers. The music with evident discords, grated on his ears. The creme de la creme of society was in this room, hobnobbing with each other, and he couldn't find one female that even remotely interested him. Inevitably, his thoughts returned to his miserable past, and the mistakes he'd made. In his pockets, hidden from view, he curled his hands into tight fists. If he could change his gaffes, he would, but time was a relentless taskmaster, and neither his memories nor the passage of years, would allow him to forget."