A Billion Starry Nights

<p class=ql-align-justify><strong>In the chilly mountains of northern Maine fierce desire is scorching the winter nights and melting the snow caps.</strong></p><p></p><p>Brooke: As the lowest person on the newsroom's totem pole I have a plan - track down a reclusive billionaire and snap his photo. Better yet get an interview. My depleted bank account will thank me. I know better than to become part of the story. So why am I considering steamy nights with this stranger in his luxurious mountain hideaway?</p><p></p><p>Jordan: I know a snooping venomous reporter when I see one even if she's a copper-haired goddess with enormous cocoa-colored eyes and a lush mouth. More deceptive than the others and therefore more dangerous this one needs to be taught a lesson. I'll give her that private interview and a whole lot more. Maybe I'll be the one taking pictures.</p><p></p><p>When a media maelstrom shreds their tenuous truce an avalanche of deceit creates a chasm between them - painfully wide and apparently impassable.</p><p></p><p class=ql-align-justify><strong><em>Will the glare of flashing cameras blind Brooke and Jordan to the billion starry nights awaiting them?</em></strong></p><p class=ql-align-center></p><p></p>