Captive Kiss — Amy Christopher

HIS PASSION HELD HER CAPTIVE
Terrified at the warwhoops in the night, Rachel Linton stood ready with rifle in hand. The small English settlement was no match for the raiding Indians, and Rachel found herself subdued by the iron grip and cold blue eyes the of the one called White Wolf. The villagers were kidnapped and herded north, and Rachel became White Wolf's personal captive, tied to his side as they hiked through the snowy Massachusetts wilderness. She vowed revenge on the forceful savage the night she tried to escape, and his punishing kiss turned into a meltingly sweet overture that sent her senses reeling. Now Rachel's fight was with her own desire...to again feel the heated passion of White Wolf's savage touch.

HER SPIRIT HELD HIM SPELLBOUND
White Wolf knew how important this mission was to his people. Kidnapping the English Village would fulfill the plan of both the French and the Indians. But this fighting woman with the glorious hair of dark fire -- she could be a danger. Still, White Wolf admired her courage. And on the cold nights, as he pulled her soft curves against his hard muscles for warmth, he found himself wondering whether passion would make her wild, like the cougar, or gentle, like the rabbit. He wanted her. Wanted the heat of her hidden fire, the sweetness of her untried passions . . . and soon the pleasure of his rapturous touch would make her surrender to him at last!