Lost Splendor — Donna Comeaux Zide

Theirs was a passion that knew no boundaries...it crossed countries, continents, and even time itself.

Jenny dreamed of a wild Indian rite of passage, of a white man who danced with the braves, from whose breast the blood streamed in an agony that proved his manhood. Someday she would meet that man...

Jenny envisioned a love centuries old between a man setting out to explore and discover wealth beyond compare -- and the woman he must leave behind Someday that love would be hers...

But before that "someday" she must endure much. Many men would entangle their hands in her long black hair; many men would gaze into her deep blue eyes and caress her silken body in lust or love.

She would find sorrow in Spain, torment in Montana, intrigue in Caracas, misery in the Venezuelan jungles before the passion she was predestined to know became reality in a make-believe land of LOST SPLENDOR.