Andrea could trace her temperament back through three generations. From Jonathan Beddoes, the Georgia planter, came her passion. From his indomitable wife, Martha, came Andrea’s proud heart. But this was 1906, and Andrea was today’s woman. Beautiful enough to set men battling in Texas to win her. Enchanting enough to make a young Georgian willing to flout his family’s objections – and run away with her. Adventurous enough to elope with a madcap Englishman. Fearless enough to defy Mexican bandits to save her brother. In Andrea’s veins flowed English, Scotch, Irish, Black and Indian blood, but she was her own woman, pursuing her Desire and Dreams of Glory.