WILD RAIN by Christine Feehan
Lanford Beard: There’s an amazing book called Wild Rain by Christine Feehan. Though I never actually read it (I swear I’m not lying to preserve my own dignity!), two of my friends bought it in the airport on the way to our spring break trip my senior year of college. Throughout the week, we would have campfire-style reading parties. My memory is sketchy, but I know it was set in the rainforest, and I’m pretty sure the requisite sexy guy turned into a leopard intermittently. All that’s without mentioning the liberal use of fruit during the steamier passages. I will never look at mangoes or papayas the same way again.