Description:

His pride made him believe the worst! 
Five years ago, Lisa Hayward had fled her exotic island home of St. Martin's, leaving her just begun marriage in ruins. 
Back in London, she concentrated on raising her son, Robbie--Rorke's son The child was all that remained of that bitter, beautiful time. 
Now Rorke had found her again, and intended to take her back--but not for love. He still believed Robbie couldn't be his! 
Why couldn't he remember that storm-shattered night they had spent lost at sea?

Review:

This is a typical Penny Jordan. I truly like some of her books, but occasionally I get quite annoyed with the constants in her books. They all tend to follow a similar patter: I hate > I love you but don't tell you > I love you and tell you with the occasional jealous bit in between and the woman never knowing what the man thinks and no deep conversations between the men and woman. 
This book was of a slightly different line of reading which made a refreshing change. In this book they loved each other from the beginning but there were to many problems, mainly the H having no faith in the h's faithfulness and not believing her even though she had never deceived him before. 
It was a good read and the writing flowed quite well but I was not completely hooked on the book. Sometimes the character's reactions seemed to contrived to be real and that the reactions to some situations were not entirely believable. I know I like a strong female lead, but sometimes this lead's reactions seemed stifled, I can't help wondering what would happen if the character had let her emotions and her anger out more often. I also think that she should not have slapped the guy more than once in the book, it started to feel to contrived to be believable. She should have used words to retaliate, they cut deeper than a slap and I am sure many people agree with me in that the pain and thoughts provoked from words are much longer lasting than a few seconds of pain caused by a slap to the face. 
Also, you gain very little insight into the male lead. Most of the book is the female leads opinions and thoughts. There is very little point of view from anyone except her. All of his thought patterns and actual personality is hidden because the books concentrates almost soley on the female lead and her reactions. The book is not very well-rounded because of this. I like to get to know the characters and have them be unforgettable, unfortunately this is not what happened in this book. Sadly the characters in this book are very forgettable. I don't see myself reading it again. 
Although to be fair, I suppose at the time when this book was written it was expected that books of this genre and books published by Harlequin all followed an allowed standard. My thoughts though are that this allowed standard has stunted the growth of the characters in this book and as such might have put many readers off of this type of book. 
But this is my opinion, you can always read this and see for yourself. I always like to know what others opinions are. Maybe someone else sees thinks differently. No one is the same, so I know there are many people who will think different thoughts about this review. So don't shoot me, because this is what I think.

This is a good example of trying to reuse an old romance plot that doesn't age well. The young woman traumatized by an early brush with sex is a Penny Jordan standard, and it made some sense in more restrictive times. But this was published in 1992; moreover, the heroine's parents are present, and are obviously nice, sensible people, not religious fanatics. Yet we're supposed to believe that because of one drunken one-night stand at 18, she think she's a fallen woman whom no good man could ever love. I'm not exaggerating.

It was a moderately interesting story for awhile, but by the end it was a giant snoozefest.  Very little happens other than her trembling. She trembles with fear, she trembles with attraction, finally it all works out and she trembles with joy. I'm giving it 2 stars because I was surprised and pleased that the heroine -- sorry, I've already forgotten everyone's name, that's how exciting they were -- actually blames the hero for taking advantage of her while she was drunk. (Though in fact, he didn't really.) An older skool Jordan heroine would only blame herself.