Golden Fire, Silver Ice — Marisa De Zavala

"Mi preciosa, when you look on these, remember the afternoon use spent together."

The nerve! To insinuate intimacy on a card her family was sure to see! Ana Maria looked at his expensive gilt with shock and indignation. He had invaded her life with the grace of a jungle animal and the arrogance of a Spanish conquistador!

Like a pristine Madonna, her icy reserve had always been impenetrable. Could the words of a stranger crack that composure now? His eyes, lit like topaz jewels, seemed to pierce her heart and touch off a spark of primitive fire... a fire that threatened to blaze wildly beyond control.