Exquisite Natalie Vallance might have perished in the snow. The Indians-amazed at her fragile form, her brilliant red hair-found her; called her Fire-in-the-Snow, and made her mistress of Cloudcastle, a ranch high in the majestic Rockies...protector of sacred Indian ground...guardian of a treasure in buried gold.
She was sworn to protect the land from ruthless prospectors and mysterious drifters like Kane Covington. Once he, too, had saved her life. They'd shared a night of passion she was ashamed to remember but would never forget. Who was he-outlaw, swindler, or charming rogue? Why had he reappeared and what was he after? And why did his kiss, his touch, have the power to make her forget everything-except how much she wanted him?
She was sworn to protect the land from ruthless prospectors and mysterious drifters like Kane Covington. Once he, too, had saved her life. They'd shared a night of passion she was ashamed to remember but would never forget. Who was he-outlaw, swindler, or charming rogue? Why had he reappeared and what was he after? And why did his kiss, his touch, have the power to make her forget everything-except how much she wanted him?
