Tara Martin liked to be on top of things. Dependent only upon twentieth-century conveniences, the thoroughly civilized beauty sought to make a name for herself as a top-notch photojournalist--and she certainly had no time for trekking through the wilderness. But when a plea from her best friend sent her off into the Smoky Mountains to snap a sasquatch, a twisted ankle left her in a precarious position--and when she looked up, she saw the biggest foot she'd ever seen. Tara learned that the big foot belonged to an even bigger man--with a colossal heart and a body to die for. And that man, who had been raised alone in the wilds of Appalachia, would teach Tara that not every part of her life should be controlled, that sometimes the best things in life were spontaneous--that what she needed was something daring, something passionate, but most important, something wild.