RITA-LOU RANDALL WAS BACK!Back with a vengeance, and Silver City, New Mexico, might never be the same. Her leaving had been part of the biggest scandal ever to rock the town, but the educated, cultured woman she'd become had little in common with the wild hell-raiser she'd once been.This Rita-Lou was searching for evidence that prehistoric man had once called the area home, and that brought her right up against Jonah Jones. Jonah had been part of her reckless past, and now it looked as if he might also become part of her future. He was on the hunt for gold, but the treasure he found in Rita-Lou's love was something more precious yet.

Dominique de Bar, proclaimed by some a seductress, by others a sorceress, was the chatelaine of Montlimoux, its mistress of moonlit spires and sunlit meadows, a chatelaine of a peaceful, contented land that time had left behind. Paxton of Wychchester was a leader of men, a conqueror who knew more of war than love. He commanded Dominique’s surrender, taking first her lush holdings and then her vulnerable virgin’s body. But in the sweet ecstasy of their union lay an unexpected twist. Which of them had been seduced, and which truly conquered? ~ ~ ~ She felt his lips kiss the hollow created by her collar bone, as if he were tasting her skin. Her lids sprang open. "I must warn you,” she murmured, her breathing shallow, light. "There is a legend about this place.” He eased her to her knees and sank to the soft grassy bed opposite her. "That it is enchanted?” She reached over and began to loose his doublet, saying, "That if you meet a fairy by the waterfall—” "Are you truly a fairy, what the French call fee?" His voice was deep, stressed with the passion he constrained. "—and drink its water, you will fall in love with her.” His dark eyes never left her face as she divested him of his clothing. "I do not believe in superstitions, mistress.”

Newer EditionBeautiful Lady Jane Lennox, the daughter of Lord Wychwood, a member of Parliament, was in love with Captain Terence MacKenzie. But her father opposed the idea of their marriage and had Terence assigned to duty in Quebec.When Jane discovered a way to go to North America to look for Terence, she didn't hesitate. Indenturing herself to Ethan Gordon to work on his Virginia indigo plantation, she traded the elegance of her pampered English life for the drudgery of being Ethan's house maid.Then she found herself more attracted to Ethan than she was willing to admit. It was the beginning of an astonishing adventure in love, in colonial politics, and in more excitement than she'd ever dreamed possible.

ONE MAN CLAIMED HER HANDOtto Maren, the eloquent man of God, whose skillful tongue seduced young Anne McLennan into marriage, and lured her from her Caribbean plantation home to the untamed Texas frontier. ONE MAN POSSESSED HER BODYBrant Powers, the strikingly handsome, overwhelmingly virile wilderness scout, who rescued Anne from rapacious Comanche captivity, only to enslave her in a different way. ONE MAN CAPTURED HER HEARTSir Colin Donovan, the dashing, incredibly handsome English aristocrat, who offered Anne romance beyond her dearest dreams - at the price of a nightmare betrayal. Anne was a woman in a man's world of savage violence and lawless lust...a woman too beautiful for her own safety, and too hungry for love not to take risks....

When New Mexico's youngest senator, Nick Raffer, rescues Santa Fe reporter Julie Dever from a car wreck, circumstances collide to trap them in a temporary marriage of convenience. But can Julie claim her husband's love before the signatures on the marriage vows expire?

29 October 2013 Retail CopyAs a child, a young girl with coltish legs and dusky skin, I spent many anxious hours prowling the low desert and the craggy foothills of southeastern Arizona's Huachuca Mountains— anxious hours not just because I was trespassing on the forbidden Cristo Rey land grant but also because I was searching among the rocks and cactus-stubbled dunes for the Ghost Lady, hoping and praying I could get a glimpse of her and at the same time scared to death that I really would. Some say she haunted that area of Cristo Rey because she was a tormented wraith looking for the lover denied her in life. And others say she rode the area, its barren deserts and rock-clad mountains and lush, grassy valleys, because her soul was condemned to wander Cristo Rey until the fifty thousand acres—and the Stronghold—were at last returned to her heirs. Of course, I preferred to believe the latter . . . perhaps because at that young age my childish mind could not conceive of a love so great that it would transcend time and space. I had yet to taste of love’s binding passion. But in all likelihood I chose to believe that version of the tale because even then I knew, like my Ghost Lady, my soul would know no peace until I possessed what rightfully belonged to me . . . Cristo Rey.