Their mutual attraction was infinitely tempting and utterly impossible!
Sarah knew that a proper Baltimore miss shouldn't even glance at a man who had lost all his clothes, but the barefaced truth was that this man appeared to be the only thing standing between her and disaster.

Sarah Ross Harris was a beautiful idiot, Wes Powell reasoned. Who else would argue with a buck-naked stranger while fleeing an Indian attack? How on earth would the two of them ever survive the dangers that lay ahead, let alone the fire that burned between them?