A racing heartbeak...check.
Heightened senses...check.
Flush of color to the cheeks...check.
A shivery quiver in the pit of the stomach...check.
An intense desire to throw herself into Joe Marchetti's arms...check-check-check-check.
Yep, Nurse Liz Anderson had the classic symptoms of love. Worse, there wasn't any surefire cure. The best she could hope for was to believe her condition was contagious--and that Joe was equally susceptible to her! Hmm, maybe it could be transmitted by kisses...

Teresa Southwicklives with her husband in Las Vegas, the city that reinvents itself every day. An avid fan of romance novels, she is delighted to be living out her dream of writing for Harlequin.