Apache Captive — Betty Brooks

SHE WAS HIS WOMAN

For four long years, Chama had kept his distance as the captive he called Fire Woman temptingly came of age. The raven-haired Apache warrior had jealously guarded her from the other braves, and now that he had paid the bride-price, he would soon make her his. Though she seemed to fear him, Chama wanted only to cherish his coppery-haired treasure, to explore her alluring innocence, to ignite her fiery passions which he knew would match his own. And so he would melt her resistance with slow, tender loving -- tasting, touching and teasing his blue-eyed beauty until she would vow never to leave him.

HE WAS HER DESTINY

Just the sight of the Apache made Mary Elizabeth Abernathy's blood boil with rage -- she would never wed the fierce and arrogant Chama. She tried to escape, but when the handsome, bronze-skinned brave tracked her down and captured her in his well-muscled arms, Mary Elizabeth braced herself as he prepared to take what he considered his. But instead of feeling frightened, she was thrilled when he ran his fingers through her red-gold tresses, branding her silken skin with his searing touch and claiming her lips in a heated kiss. And soon the only thing she feared was her wild response to his masterful seduction.