Is my husband a dream come true? Or the nightmare I was trying to escape before I lost my memory? I didn't know true desire until the first time I laid eyes on him. Tall, dark, beautiful as a god-completely forbidden. He was the penniless son of the help born in the Lousiana bayou, and I was a pretty southern princess, cultivated like a hothouse flower to become the trophy on some well-pedigreed man's arm. My...