Their time had come.
Hope Langston needed to be alone, so she retreated to Minnesota and-her island cottage. But even there, in her private haven, she had no sense of solitude. Something kept beckoning, pulling at her. Someone was watching, waiting...
Armand Santeuil had waited lifetimes for her--the woman he loved with an ageless and burning passion. And finally he had Hope. Nothing would stand in the way of their boundless love, he vowed. Not even destiny...