Passion’s Savage Moon

OVER A MILLION COPIES OF HER ROMANCES IN PRINT

A MAN'S OBSESSION

When the half-breed Tshingee took the lady Deborah Montague hostage, all he intended was to secure the freedom of his brother from the white man's prison. As he led his high-tempered captive further into the Chesapeake forests, he told himself he had no need for her skin which was like dogwood petals, her lips like wild strawberries, nor her hair like mink. But no matter how much he reminded himself that he had to protect his prisoner to guarantee his brother's safety, Tshingee's blood clamored to claim her, his mouth hungered to crush hers, and his arms yearned to embrace her all the day and
night.

A WOMAN'S FANTASY

Spirited Deborah Montague was incensed that the redskin had taken her hostage. First her father had promised her to a spineless aristocrat, then her fiancé demanded her favors and now this Indian was dragging her off into the woods. She was furious that men interfered with her life! Then Deborah took a second look at Tshingee: his proud stance, his gleaming hair, his whipcord physique. And even as she planned her escape, she plotted a million different ways to make the Indian seduce her and make her drunk with ecstasy.