No sane woman would ditch an expensive evening gown to run naked through the streets of New York, but Naomi Cartwright did just that... and then had an intimate encounter with a speeding truck that left her unable to remember anything that came before. Two weeks later, she's out of the hospital and returning home on Christmas Eve. She expects to find a dark, empty apartment, a place that means no more to her than an address on her driver's license. Instead, she discovers that her Manhattan penthouse has been turned into a naughty Christmas wonderland by a man she can't even remember. And before she can ask "Who are you?" Naomi's swept off her feet. This man will do anything to remind her that memories made between the sheets, under the mistletoe, and beneath the hard body of a devoted mate, can never truly be forgotten.