Whispered rumors swirled like the bitter snow sweeping the desolate moors, cloaking Kirsty Trennon in scandal. Two men dead for love of her, the villagers grumbled, while she, notorious wanton, still cast her fatal enchantments. And now the shameless widow was pregnant!

Still, the townsfolk knew nothing of the mysterious stranger who'd emerged from the frozen moors, who'd burst the barren prison of Kirsty's heart and planted the seed of love within ....

Escaped convict Mike Stallard called Kirsty an angel fallen from heaven to retrieve him from hell. Yet what angel had such fire inside? What angel aroused such pagan passion? Was she tempting him with sweet innocence, leading him to paradise . . . or luring him to his destruction?