Cassie Wyman had one goal: to mine the gold her father had discovered. It didn't matter that she had to parade around as a man to protect herself from other miners, just so long as she was able to stake her claim. Then she met Trace McAllister. One glance into his piercing green eyes and she knew that being a woman had certain advantages. Especially when it came to a stolen caress, or being kiss by the tall, dark stranger. Once touched by Trace's magic, Cassie knew she was under his spell, at his command.
Trace McAllister took one look at the dirty, scruffy miner he met on a stagecoach and saw beyond the disguise-he saw a luscious vixen trapped by her own device. But the young beauty couldn't hide her charms for long. Her creamy skin was like silk to his tough, her swan-like neck was ripe for his kiss. Trace knew that he was the one meant to awaken the innicent woman-child to the joys of love, to take her beyong desire in Defiant Splendor.
Trace McAllister took one look at the dirty, scruffy miner he met on a stagecoach and saw beyond the disguise-he saw a luscious vixen trapped by her own device. But the young beauty couldn't hide her charms for long. Her creamy skin was like silk to his tough, her swan-like neck was ripe for his kiss. Trace knew that he was the one meant to awaken the innicent woman-child to the joys of love, to take her beyong desire in Defiant Splendor.
