Cassandra Trastamara raced her steed to the adobe ruins by the river. Her heart beat with sudden fury, for within the pueblo's cool walls, Adam Douglas waited for her. Adam, the tawny half-breed boy whose childhood friendship she had cherished. Adam, the ebon-haired young man whose pulsing lips had claimed her innocence in the white heat of the blazing sun. Adam, who had been banished in disgrace while Cassandra ached with longing.
Then war came to Nuevo Mexico. To save her father's land, Cassandra wed another. She was rich, adored, pampered, the envy of Santa Fe... until Adam rode back into town. When he stood before her, black eyes blazing with desire, she knew that everything was in danger. And when he wrapped his warrior-strong arms around her, and her flesh quivered in sweet ecstasy, Cassandra knew that nothing mattered but rapturous, reckless surrender.