Russet-haired Katelyn Locke sailed off to the Colonies without a backward glance. Though she was off to marry a stranger, anything was better than the life of a spinster. But only after her cowardly fiancé abandoned her to an attacking band of savages did she understand the dangers of this harsh, new land. She stared in mute terror as the Indian leader reached out to touch her tear-stained cheek. Then she looked into the warm depths of his ebony eyes, imagined the comforting strength of his embrace, and suddenly the last thing she wanted was to escape him.
Night Fox was bewitched by his captive's beauty. What fool would leave a treasure like this behind? Her hair was the color of the lustrous red fox, her eyes were as gentle as a young doe's, and he knew her skin would be as silken and soft as the petals of a fragrant wildflower. He yearned to chase the fear from her eyes, to kiss the tears from her cheeks. He took her in his arms and felt her tremble, then he tasted the honey of her lips and sensed the sweetness of her surrender as she lost herself in the magic of his forbidden caress.
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