Danielle Hawthorne had left the east with a firm destination in mind and an envelope with the name of Cody Pierce flowing femininely across the front.
But Cody didn't know that when he found her unconscious on the beach outside if home on the coast, just outside of Portland, Oregon. It probably would have been a bit more normal if his sister hadn't been there with her romance-writer imagination and spun a tale around the unconscious blonde.
A tale the blonde heard and believed. It was an easy thing to do, since for the moment, her memories seemed to have abandoned her.
But she did like the romantic notion, the protective man and this new life that was blooming around her.