Stein Adler: The first time I saw him, he was splitting logs like my filthiest lumberjack fantasy. A Delta Force hero with a heart of gold . . . hidden behind pecs that should be sculpted in marble.



And then there's that eight-pack that renders me speechless as I stare at him from behind a bush during my vacation.



He's not what I'm looking for. Really.



A fling with Stein is the polar opposite of the calm, peaceful week I planned when I booked this trip. His piercing eyes are full of secrets that should make me run for cover.



But if he can handle a woman as masterfully as he handles that axe . . . well, he might be enough to pull me out of my post-divorce gloom. So I'll strike a deal with him.



I can't resist. It's not often an accountant like me comes across a man this . . . fling-worthy.



Contains mature themes.