Eleanor I thought starting over on this quiet farm would finally give me a chance to heal. But the moment that towering alien walks through my door, I know real trouble has found me. Zynar is all corded muscle and raw masculinity-nothing like the weak men who've used me. Worse, this alien hunk stirs feelings in me I swore were long dead. Each time his intense yellow gaze locks onto mine, my resolve weakens. I tell myself...