They called her the Ice Princess. Drawn to her like a magnet, men gazed into her violet eyes and longed to shatter the beautiful porcelain mask she wore. But Heather felt nothing.

Once it had been different — before her mysterious disappearance from L.A., before the accident. She remembered another Heather — a girl with a fiery temper, ready laughter, an open, trusting heart. But all that was gone. And she knew it was hopeless... until, without warning, she found herself thrust into the arms of a compelling stranger whose demanding kisses burned her, whose jet black eyes challenged her, dared her to remember... to open the door to love she had locked so long ago.