Crimson Desire — Katharine Kincaid

THE ROSY FINGERS OF DAWN
...caressed Rebecca's creamy skin as she bathed outside her father's isolated cabin in the Ohio wilderness. It was the first warm day of spring and the restless red-haired beauty exulted in splashing naked by herself. She delighted in the fresh clean water cascading over her body's ripe silken curves and revelled in feeling utterly alone and free.

SCARLET FIRE OF PASSION
...raged in the Indian's blood as he drank in the vision of the stunning white woman. Determined to possess her, to have her for his own, he stole the screaming girl from her bath. Though she fought brazenly against his manly strength and power, the savage knew that soon the flame-tempered spitfire would be yearning for the touch of his copper skin, and begging for release from their fierce CRIMSON DESIRE