He swore like a truck driver, tackled would-be muggers like a demon, and swept her into his arms like the devil himself. He was a walking powder keg-- and he was a priest? Donna Miro, heiress to an olive oil fortune, didn't know what to think. Believing her best friend to be in real danger, she'd come to New York to track her down. From the Plaza Hotel to the depths of the dark city, she refused to give up her search. Then, without warning,Donna was in serious trouble. Father Luke Trudeau had appeared out of nowhere to save her. He seemed to hold the key to the mystery, to know of the sinister Andrew McKennon and his connection to the missing Lorna. Why did he refuse to tell her? Who was the diabolically fascinating Father Luke and what would become of Donna if she allowed a priest to hold the key to her heart?
