Cara Winston appeared as a fantasy, her silver hair glistening, her dress the color an an Arizona sunset, racing on horseback to catch the day's last light-and Burke Delaney wanted her. She was on his horse, on his land-she would have to belong to him too. But she was quicksilver, impossible to hold-complicated, elusive, utterly desirable-a wild creature. Burke had always taken what he wanted, by willing it or fighting for it, but Cara cherished her freedom and refused to believe his love would last. Could he make her see he'd captured her to have and hold forever?