From the Inside Flap
"I'm not usually a romantic guy. I've never had time for hearts and flowers. And I don't have any idea how you feel about this." Cody paced back and forth across the room before stopping directly in front of Elizabeth. "I don't know if we can work this thing out, or even if you want to try, but, Lizzie, I don't think I can live without you."
"For a guy who's not romantic, you're doing a pretty good job."
He captured a long strand of her hair. Twisting it around his finger, he let it flow away like liquid gold. "I don't know what to do next. All I know is that I love you."
"I know what you can do," she said, rotating in his arms. "You can help me with this fastener."
"The one on your necklace?"
"No," she responded, tossing him a provocative glance over her shoulder. "The one on my dress."
"For a guy who's not romantic, you're doing a pretty good job."
He captured a long strand of her hair. Twisting it around his finger, he let it flow away like liquid gold. "I don't know what to do next. All I know is that I love you."
"I know what you can do," she said, rotating in his arms. "You can help me with this fastener."
"The one on your necklace?"
"No," she responded, tossing him a provocative glance over her shoulder. "The one on my dress."
From the Back Cover
WILD WEST
He had the wildness of the prairie in his eyes. The gentleness of a lover in his lips. And on that fateful day at Little Big Horn, Cody took Elizabeth Lawrence captive without firing a shot.
Elizabeth searched high and low for the raven-haired stranger after their timeless encounter. When she met him by chance, she almost wished he was the ghost she'd believed him to be.
Descended from Sitting Bull, John Cody was as ferociously proud of his Indian heritage as Elizabeth was of her ancestor, General George Custer.
A hundred years after the most famous battle of the West, was there any hope that the descendants of two bitter enemies could at last make peace?
He had the wildness of the prairie in his eyes. The gentleness of a lover in his lips. And on that fateful day at Little Big Horn, Cody took Elizabeth Lawrence captive without firing a shot.
Elizabeth searched high and low for the raven-haired stranger after their timeless encounter. When she met him by chance, she almost wished he was the ghost she'd believed him to be.
Descended from Sitting Bull, John Cody was as ferociously proud of his Indian heritage as Elizabeth was of her ancestor, General George Custer.
A hundred years after the most famous battle of the West, was there any hope that the descendants of two bitter enemies could at last make peace?
