Night Music — Kathryn Belmont

Carla Santucci tried to remind herself that Harrington Bates was her boss, but the special evening they had shared refused to leave her memory.

She had seen a side of him that no one else knew, a Harrington Bates whose music welled in her heart while his fingers played a tune of desire along her skin.

Their love went against all the rules, but the dream they shared was a song of sensuous harmonies, soaring to a crescendo of love eternally fulfilled.