For three years Ariel had looked for the vital stranger who, because of amnesia, had stumbled onto her island and into her life. A man she had called Kane.

Now in London, she'd found her man—a man of a different world, again a stranger, who showed little awareness of ever being someone other than Chris Donahue.

Though inevitably drawn to each other, could they get over the feeling of being substitutes—haunted as they were by the memory of another time, another place, another love.