Cherokee Bride — Patricia Werner

Politics were a dead bore as far as Kit Newcomb was concerned, despite all the parties there were to attend in celebration of President Jackson's recent election. But one look at the proud Indian delegate Red Hawk, and a jolt of excitement coursed through her body. She was moved by his raw strength, his dark passion and his sensual masculinity. The silken feel of his long dark hair excited her as she gave herself up to his hard embrace, and Kit knew that only a lifetime of loving could soothe her desperate desire.

Who was this southern beauty with eyes the color of a summer sky and hair the color of the rich red earth of his homeland? Red Hawk had little patience for the white people, particularly those who were trying to force the Cherokee tribe from their Georgia home. But this woman was different, for she had a fire inside that matched his own and a will to survive that would help his people. Kit was untouched and pure, a flower yet to bloom, and as Red Hawk kissed and caressed her petal soft skin, he experienced a storm of fiery passion like nothing he had ever felt before.