Thank heaven she was forewarned!

Benedict Peters was macho, tall and lean, and exuded raw sensuality. If Sara hadn't known how cruel he could be to women--hadn't he devastated her best friend?--she'd have fallen for him hook, line and sinker.

But her escalating singing career made it impossible--and imprudent--to avoid him. For he was England's top musical writer and producer. His songs were perfect for her.

So Sara fought her feelings. She'd sing for him, but she wouldn't succumb to him. Wouldn't get into a fever over which gorgeous blonde he would date next ....