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in Joanna's genteel Philadelphia upbringing had prepared her for life with her beloved
Windhawk. Each time the handsome Indian warrior claimed her creamy flesh, she
gloried in his fiery kisses and melted in his steely embrace. But all that seemed
lost forever the day she was kidnapped and forced to return to the white man's
world. Tempted by another man's kisses, Joanna would never stop yearning for the
sweet ecstasy of untamed passion. Nothing in Windhawk's rigorous Blackfoot training
had prepared him for marriage to his lovely Joanna. Each night he thrilled anew to
the burning passion in her violet eyes and the unending pleasures of her sensuous caress.
And though she was stolen from his side, Windhawk swore the would find, possess
her, and savor her rapturous love once again in the Savage Winter. |