Heather hasn't had very good luck with men. She has been hurt twice by two men she loved. She was emotionally broken by her first love, Rick, and now her husband, Bill, has physically abused her. Worse, he also hits their daughter, Anne. Heather is dying to run away from Bill but she can't find a chance. One day, Rick comes home to town for his mother's funeral. She attends the service and meets Rick a second time. The next string of events will give Heather her long wanted answers... SAMPLE 1: "Rick," she had said the week before he left, "I've told you that I wasn't ready. I think I'm ready now." "Darling," he had said. His family had a cabin out on a lake. She was working nights, and they both had the days off when school was out. He took her out to the cabin. They kissed. He led her into a room with a double bed and spread a towel on it. They kept kissing as he stripped her slowly. She lay on the bed with her hips on the towel while he rushed out of his clothes and put a rubber on. He lay beside her and kissed her more. He stroked her, but she was too nervous to have a climax then. "Heather," he'd said, "Heather my love, my love forever." He'd knelt between her knees and placed himself where she'd wanted him, scared as she had been. She could believe that he'd had experience when he entered her with one smooth thrust. "Okay?" he'd asked. SAMPLE 2: If he'd been patience personified in removing her clothes, he was nearly a blur in removing his. Then he faced her, fully nude and magnificently male. He looked as ready for her as she felt ready for him. She pushed the panties down, and Rick took them off her feet. She spread her legs slightly as he got into bed. He started with a kiss, though. It was a gentle, but extremely sensual, kiss. She arched her hips off the bed as their tongues met. He cupped her, holding all her femininity. As he moved his mouth from hers to her breasts, her nipple strained upward towards his mouth. He licked it, touching only the tip with the tip of his tongue. She quivered all over, and he moved to the other breast. When he sucked that nipple, sparks shot from the tips of her toes. He thrust one finger deep inside her. Then he drew it out, very slowly, and over her clit. It was only one finger, but it went so slowly that it felt much more -- maybe a yard long. He changed breasts again and sucked deeply. The sucking and the stroking were sending heat through her. She felt as though she was being baked, and there was a fire in her womb.