A young woman trying to hide from her traumatic past meets a young man who still broods over a failed marriage. Will the sensuous Mediterranean breezes free them from their history?

Excerpt:

Erik woke up to the sudden pain of five daggers stabbing into his left shoulder. Sheila had plunged her razor-sharp fingernails into his naked, defenseless body. He twisted away from her and leaped from the bed. All the room lights were on. Beads of blood welled up and began to slowly trickle down his arm. “What the hell …” he gasped.

Sheila glared at him. “Two things I hate most,” she hissed. “Men and dogs!”

Illustration by Eliza Frye