As James Farraday rode past on his polo pony, Anne Kitteridge sighed. Theman was impossibly handsome, with Robert Redford's jaw, Cary Grant's smile,and a delectably muscled body that would make any woman melt! She'd knownhim all her life, had once made a fool of herself over him, and now sheinsisted she was immune to his charms... until he offered her a propositionshe couldn't refuse. But agreeing to keep Battle Cry, James's extraordinaryhorse, at her breeding farm meant she'd have to work in disturbinglyintimate conditions with the one man who drew her into an emotionalwhirlwind, made her yearn to be possessed, to choose ecstasy in his arms.For years Anne had been James's obsession, this elegant, spirited woman whochallenged a man to break through the steel and embrace the roseunderneath--but he believed shed settle for no less than perfection. Wouldrevealing his private struggle mean losing the only prize he'd ever wanted?