Summer Wine — Freda Vasilos

Greece. Its fragrant air embraced Sara Morgan like a gentle lover. Why hadn't she come before? She'd done her Ph.D. work on the ancient inhabitants of this land, but had never seen its sparkling waters or fertile valleys. Until now, as she joined her father in an exciting archaeological dig.

Was she dreaming`? Or had golden Apollo just descended from Olympus? No... Nick Angelopoulos was real ...too real for Sara Morgan. A summer affair definitely wasn't on her agenda, even with a bronzed god whose passionate kiss was as sweet as wine--and just as potent!