Sunsets, not movie sets, were her style. Brandy’s encounter with Jim Corbett in the Arizona desert had been like a scene from a movie. But somehow the plot had gone all wrong. “Regardless of what you’ve seen in films,” someone tried to tell her, “the ingenue rarely end up in the hero’s arms. You’re being used!” Brandy tried to tell herself that she didn’t care. But it wasn’t true. No matter how crazy she was to have fallen in love with a famous actor, it wasn’t something she could change…

The world became a perpetual sundown. The sensuous touch of Jim’s lips on the hollow of her throat evoked colors in Brandy’s mind ten times more brilliant than those painted by a heavenly hand. “Tell me again that you won’t have dinner with me,” he dared in a husky tone. “I’m not going to let you go until you say yes,” he warned thickly, biting the lobe of her ear. “Then—“ Brandy swallowed to steady the throb in her voice “—I’ll wait a while,” she whispered, turning her head to find his lips. “You witch!” He laughed shortly, giving her the kiss she sought but drawing away before she was satisfied. “I think we better go back to the car before you start something you might regret.”