Samantha Hunter

The X–rated monologues coming from next door are keeping Rafe Moore up at night–when all he really wants is some sleep. How is he supposed to rest when his sultry neighbour and her explicit fantasies have got his blood pressure spiking?

Tightly wound Joy Clarke can't explain what's brought on these sizzling dreams about a complete stranger. She's already stressed and there is no rest from her wicked, wicked thoughts. But when Rafe discovers that the object of all that steamy sleep–talk is him, he's set to make her dreams come true.