All she could see were his eyes.

Though Graham Dufour's ebony eyes lit up her dreams for the past ten years, Lindsey Latham hoped she could come back to New Orleans without seeing the man who'd once stolen her heart. A lot had changed between them — but one touch from the bad-boy-made-good could still ignite her desire.

Then she rode in a Mardi Gras parade and saw someone else's eyes behind a mask. Those of a faceless killer who'd used the masquerade to hide his crime. And he'd seen Lindsey.

Once, she'd been forced to run from Graham; now she had no choice but to run straight into his arms. For passion and for protection...