SHE WAS HIS WOMAN...
For four long years, Chama had kept his distance as the captive he called "Fire Woman" temptinigly came of age. The raven haired apache warrior had jealously guarded her from the other braves, and now that he had paid the bride-price, he would soon make her his. Tough she seemed to fear him, Chama wanted only to cherish his coppery-haired treasure, to explore her alluring innocence, to ignite her fiery passions which he knew would match his own. And so he would melt her resistance with slow, tender loving--tasting, touching and teasing his blue-eyed beauty until she would vow never to leave him.
HE WAS HER DESTINY...
Just the sight of the apache made Mary Elizabeth Abernathy's blood boil with rage--she would never wed the fierce and arrogant Chama. She tried to escape, but when the handsome, bronze-skinned brave tracked her down and captured her in his well-muscled arms, Mary Elizabeth braced herself as he prepared to take what he considered his. But instead of feeling frightened she was thrilled when he ran his fingers through her red-gold tresses, branding her silken skin with his searing touch and claiming her lips in a heated kiss. And soon the only thing she feared was her wild respone to his masterful seduction.
For four long years, Chama had kept his distance as the captive he called "Fire Woman" temptinigly came of age. The raven haired apache warrior had jealously guarded her from the other braves, and now that he had paid the bride-price, he would soon make her his. Tough she seemed to fear him, Chama wanted only to cherish his coppery-haired treasure, to explore her alluring innocence, to ignite her fiery passions which he knew would match his own. And so he would melt her resistance with slow, tender loving--tasting, touching and teasing his blue-eyed beauty until she would vow never to leave him.
HE WAS HER DESTINY...
Just the sight of the apache made Mary Elizabeth Abernathy's blood boil with rage--she would never wed the fierce and arrogant Chama. She tried to escape, but when the handsome, bronze-skinned brave tracked her down and captured her in his well-muscled arms, Mary Elizabeth braced herself as he prepared to take what he considered his. But instead of feeling frightened she was thrilled when he ran his fingers through her red-gold tresses, branding her silken skin with his searing touch and claiming her lips in a heated kiss. And soon the only thing she feared was her wild respone to his masterful seduction.
Mary Elizabeth had been a prisoner of the Apache's for four years and wanted to find out if any of her family was left alive. Chama paid the bride-price for her and he would make her his.
