Faith Cormorand peered into the dense forest and shivered. She'd tried to tell her missionary uncle that their journey to the Northwest Territory was foolhardy, but he wouldn't hear of turning back. Now they were caught between the Indians and the British...and in the hands of merciless, cold-blooded Whip Martin. The fiercely handsome scout had found them in the woods and taken them on as his own personal responsibility. And, remembering the heat of his brazen caresses and searing kisses, Faith wondered just how personal Whip's interes in her was--and whether he'd take responsibility for her heart's pain as well as her body's pleasure.

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