They were captives of a passion as vast as the wilderness they traveled ...

The perilous trail led straight to love ...

She fled a stifling existence for the glittering social whirl of California's state capital, trading childhood's innocence for a woman's burning desire. It was risky, masquerading as her flighty cousin, but Mandy Ashton was hardly faint of heart-- as she would prove time and again on a journey fraught with deadly adventure and sublime temptation.

He was a white man raised by Cheyenne, making a difficult peace with hid dual heritage. The last thing he needed was a spoiled brat chaperon. But Mandy was spirited, captivating, and irresistibly sensuous ... By journey's end, smoldering passion that nothing could kill -- except, perhaps, the secret Mandy guarded so carefully throughout the arduous days, and ardent nights, of their long, Magnificent Passage.