Passing your fortieth birthday didn't mean you had to go off the deep end, did it? But, there was no other explanation for the fact that usually sane single mother Maggie Burrows couldn't keep her thoughts or her hands, off a man who was nearly ten years younger than she was.
Of course, Tony Parnelli was drop-dead-gorgeous, with a body that could melt the most sedate woman right down to her sensible shoes. But, he was black leather and motorcycles, and she was mortgage payments and nine-to-five. Still, the tension between them could light up the sky if only Maggie dared to believe in Tony and herself.
