Greenfire
As leader of her people, it was time for beautiful, flame-haired Nazleen to choose a mate, time to pro-duce a daughter and heir. For generations, the women of her race had kept an uneasy truce with the warlike men around them, submitting to male desire out of duty instead of pleasure. But Nazleen dreamed of a different kind of bonding--a joining of spirits as well as bodies. In her dreams, she saw the man who was destined to be her lover. Unlike the dark-haired, dark-eyed warriors she'd always known, he had hair of burnished gold and his piercing eyes were the color of the sacred green fire. Most astonishing of all, the thought of taking him to bed filled Nazleen not with dread, but delicious anticipation.