Liz Moore had just been jilted and vowed to kiss the next attractive man who crossed her path on the deserted Mexican beach. Enter Joe Devlin, the perfect specimen. His slow drawl pegged him as an American...and his six-foot-plus frame of hard muscle begged Liz to keep her vow and plant a sultry kiss right on his lips. But who was he, really?

Devlin knew from the start he wasn’t the only one keeping secrets. For though Liz’s attributes were obvious, she was still a woman of mystery. He’d just have to keep an eye on her. Or something...