Never before did the possession of a man fill Alisha with such excitement as when she held her handsome Indian lover in her arms. That she was a white woman living in the red man's world did not matter. They had promised each other their hearts forever-nothing could keep them apart. But when Alisha awoke to dawn's first light her bronze-skinned warrior was gone. Her lips were tender from his fiery kisses; her body throbbed from his fierce passion--and still she longed for him. Lost between two worlds, she was desparate and alone. Betrayed by her savage lover, she hungered for their forbidden love.