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ROMANTIC TIMES said, Madeline Baker is synonymous with tender western romances, and FORBIDDEN FIRES should not be missed! Caitlyn Carmichael is obsessive in her hatred toward Indians, yet she falls in love with a handsome half-breed. Caitlyn insists on ignoring Rafe’s heritage until circumstances force her to confront and overcome her prejudices and accept Rafe’s love. Ms. Baker gives us a valuable lesson in loving.  Italian Edition Buy Forbidden Fires here: or here: Dorchester Publishing Co., Inc. (800) 481-9191 (10:00 AM - 9:00 PM EST) P.O. Box 6640 Wayne, PA 19087  |
FORBIDDEN FIRES September 1990 Beautiful and hot-headed, Caitlyn had vowed to hate all Indians until the day she died. After all, weren’t they the ones responsible for the senseless massacre of her beloved brothers? But when she gazed into the defiant eyes of the half-breed her father was planning to hang, she knew she couldn’t let an innocent man die. She wanted to scorn Stalking Wolf as the other townsfolk did, but his proud bearing won her respect and his hard body drew her like a moth to the flame. In his bronzed arms, she would forget her vow of hatred, forget propriety, forget everything but his searing kisses and the burning ecstasy of FORBIDDEN FIRES. Excerpt from Chapter 1 He had not cried since he was a small child, and he did not weep now. Stone-faced, he stood before the council elders while they decided his fate. Stone-faced, he accepted their decision. Banishment. It had been inevitable and it was final. Wordlessly, he left the council lodge and returned to his father's tipi. The eyes of the People followed him as he walked through the village. Their faces were sympathetic but they did not speak to him. Banishment was like death, and the dead were to be avoided. The words of the council elders echoed in his head as he made his way to his father's lodge: The warrior known as Stalking Wolf is no longer of the blood.... His little sister, Yellow Flower, wept as he told of the council's decision. His stepmother, Tall Grass Woman, stood mute, the sorrow on her face more eloquent than words, more expressive than tears. Too soon, it was time to go. He would be allowed to take nothing with him save the clothes on his back. No horse to make his journey easier, no food to sustain him, no weapons for protection against his enemies. He embraced his stepmother, hugged his little sister one last time, and stepped outside. Overhead, the sky was blue and breathtakingly clear. The vast Lakota horse herd grazed in the distance, a riot of grays, blacks and browns against a sea of lush green buffalo grass. He stood beside his father's lodge for a long moment, his dark eyes sweeping over the village. Each lodge stood in its appointed place in the camp circle, the doorways always facing east. Wooden drying racks stood in the sun, weighed down with long strips of buffalo and venison. The familiar smells of roasting meat, sage, and tobacco filled his nostrils; the shrieks and laughter of carefree children at play reached his ears. He waited a moment more, wondering at his father's absence. Was Killian Gallegher so ashamed of his only son that he would not even come forward to say farewell? His face impassive, Stalking Wolf squared his shoulders and walked swfitly toward the forest that rose beyond the rear of the village. He could feel the eyes of the People on his back and he lengthened his stride, anxious to reach the cover of the woods. He had known, somehow, that Summer Wind would be there.... |
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