Savage Summer
For all of her nineteen years, Sky Dancer lived with the knowledge that she was different: but the breathtaking beauty never had to face life off of her beloved Blackfoot land. Yet she never knew true fear until she began to have visions of a magnificent golden-haired man. She longed to feel his muscled strength against her softness; she dreamed of the ecstasy his touch would bring. Somewhere there was a stranger who would steal her heart and her innocence with one rapturous embrace.

When Morgan Prescott saw Sky Dancer out on a balcony his first thought was to climb up and take the dark-haired vixen to his bed. But when she didn't respond to his advances, he swore to brand her as his own. Even as her violet eyes flashed defiance, her lips betrayed her true desire. Morgan knew that nothing would stop him from caressing her satiny skin, kissing her ruby lips and lighting the fires of her slumbering passion throughout their Savage Summer.