Alexandra Freemar should be in heaven--she's just been
handed everything she's ever wanted on a silver plate: a
three month stay in London, the time to write the book of
her heart, and the chance to finally prove to her mother
that she's not the miserable failure her past indicates.
Free-spirited, unconventional, and able to find the absurd
in almost any situation, Alix finds that heaven isn't what
it's cracked up to be when fate, in the form of a
matchmaking landlady who promises to fix her up with her
perfect soul mate, hands her the devilishly handsome man who
lives upstairs. Her perfect man? Hardly! Her perfect man is
not a workaholic, straight-laced detective inspector from
Scotland Yard who wouldn't recognize fun if it bit him on
his (extremely attractive) behind. Alexander Black is a
man with a mission, and no one is going to distract him from
that, not even the uninhibited, carefree American who
personifies everything he dislikes in a woman: she belittles
his devotion to work, insists on dragging him into the most
unlikely of situations, exudes sexuality that makes his
mouth go dry whenever he's near her, and teases him with a
brashness that's utterly foreign to him. But underneath that
sassy mouth and devil-may-care exterior, he senses a wounded
woman who's calling out to him, and try as he might, he just
can't refuse answering.
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