Beautiful and hot-headed, Caitlyn had vowed to hate all Indians until the day she died. After all, weren't they the ones responsible for the senseless massacre of her beloved brothers? But when she gazed into the eyes of the half-breed her father was planning to hang, she knew she couldnt let an innocent man die. She wanted to scorn Stalking Wolf as the other townsfolk did, bu this proud bearing won her respect and his hard body drew her like a moth to the flame. In his bronzed arms she would forget her vow of hatred, forget propriety, forget everything but his searing kisses and the burning ecstasy of forbidden fires...
