The arrow-as if guided by radar, or maybe Cupid-pierced Peter Holiday's posterior. Only archer Mary Ellen Magnussen saw stars when she looked into the sexy doctor's milk-chocolate eyes. But with the feather-tipped shaft protruding from his rump, she doubted he would ask her to be his Valentine.
Pain may have made the always-in-control Peter delusional because he was besotted with the one woman who was off-limits. As a scientist, he'd committed himself to eliminating romantic love, but as a man, he'd gladly be ravaged by it for one kiss from Mary Ellen's sweet, rosebud lips.