And in First Love, Wild Love, she continues her bestselling traditional on the sprawling plains of western Texas where a sheltered beauty loses her heart to a rugged rancher leading a dangerous double life... First Love, Wild Love Reared in the civilized society of far-off England, Calinda Braxton was unschooled in the ways of passion until she arrived in the exotic wilds of the untamed western frontier and a rugged, gunslinging stranger stole into her hotel room - and her bed! Roused from slumber by his breathless kisses, the beguiling innocent surrendered to her bold seducer's virile charms...never dreaming that he was a Texas ranger on a dangerous secret mission... or that his searing caress would awaken her heart to the soul-stealing ecstasy of a magnificent, once-in-a-lifetime love!

    So he was both tantalized and tormented when she showed up at the neighboring ranch, newly widowed but no less desirable. What kind of wife would agree to sell herself to another man? What kind of a widow could make him burn to possess her? And what kind of man was he to ignore his doubts and gamble his heart that when she gave her body this time, it would be for love?

    When Indians attack the wagon, they kidnap her father and leave only one prisoner alive, a man who swears his innocence. Matt Drago agrees to help Lacey find her father and longs to possess her, body and soul. But he'll have to do it Lacey's way.

    No lady would allow the outrageous liberties Brodie took, but forced to pretend she was married to him to clear Nick's good name, Anna finds herself weakening to her brother-in-law's seductive appeal. Caught up in deceits and desires beyond her control, she knows only that her future happiness depends on learning which brother is an immoral criminal and which is merely a thief of hearts.

    But when her stagecoach was attacked by Comanche warriors, the auburn-haired beauty wished she'd never left St. Louis. Then all at once the renegades were gone --- and she was being cradled in the strong arms of fellow passenger Wade Morrow. The handsome half-breed had saved her life, and though they were all alone on the vast Texas plains, she suddenly felt safer than she ever had before. For she'd finally found the man who could ease the loneliness in her soul, and bring rapture to her heart!SHE RESCUED HIS HEARTThough Comanche blood ran in Wade Morrow's veins, he'd been adopted by a white family as an infant, and knew nothing of his Indian heritage. Still, something in him yearned for the wild, untamed land where he was born. So he headed to west Texas to join his past with his future --- and ended up with Jennifer Andrews in his arms! Wade knew from bitter experience that no white woman would ever want him, and he tried to harden his heart against the sweet desire she awakened. But soon he realized there was no denying the passion they were destined to share in the magnificent glow of the . . . COMANCHE SUNSET!

    Louis like bees to spring's first flower. But the dazzling beauty had eyes only for Marshall Westlake, the handsome lawyer who detested women and scorned love. Though his cold-hearted rudeness frightened her, the innocent young woman couldn't get him out of her mind—and knew he was the one man she would ever want!HE HATED THE WOMAN HE CRAVEDA disastrous marriage that ended in tragedy made Marshall swear never to care for a woman again. Yet he hungered for Renee's caresses, thirsted for her pink-lipped kisses—and despised her for making him want to protect her. Unable to deny the pleasure of desire, he bent her to his will. In a stormy night of ecstasy, he assaulted her senses and stole her innocence, showing her the anguish and delight of...RAPTURE'S RAGE.

    She fought the darkly handsome officer at every turn, clinging to her Indian ways and wondering at his notions of civilization. For certainly there was nothing civilized about the untamed yearnings he awakened as he cupped her ripe curves, rained tender kisses over her soft form and led her into a world of unforgettable ecstasy.SAVAGE BEAUTYNicholas Ballinger had one last duty to perform as a U.S. Cavalry officer - to make sure the troublesome half-breed waif, Alana Caldwell, safely reached her father in Virginia. Ballinger had no patience with female, and this one was proving to be a stubborn baggage, refusing his help and rebelling like a hellion against his attempts to get her cleaned up and presentable for the Richmond society she was about to join. He simply wanted Alana out of her filthy buckskins and off his hands, but once he glimpsed her - transformed from bedraggled brat to alluring beauty - he wasn't quite so eager to be rid of the raven-haired temptress. He wanted to hold her forever, to kiss her hungrily and savor her sweet response, to show her a love as fiery as a CHEYENNE SUNRISE

    Gayle Norman seemed to avoid commitment at all costs, always finding fault with the men who came into her life. Then she met Brent McCauley and everything changed. The brilliant artist broke through her barriers and they fell in love over night and married within a month's time. It was all so right...so perfect...until she sensed flashes of danger and darkness that she couldn't explain, and she feared that her perfect love was fatally flawed. COULD THERE BE A TRAGIC HISTORY TYING THEM TOGETHER AND TEARING THEM APART... Katrina Seymour wanted to hate Percy Ainsworth from the first moment she saw him. The handsome rebel stood for all her Tory family fought against during this time of Revolutionary upheaval, but he'd seduced her and stolen her heart before she knew it. Theirs was a love surrounded by treachery and betrayal and the only thing certain was that it would cry out throughout time for truth and fulfillment. Every Time I Love You was written in 1988. At the time, it was a different kind of time travel, drawing upon history as well as what was then present day. Today, it is something of a historical piece-returning to that not-so-distant day when not everyone had a cell phone, when cafes and restaurants might still be glazed in a smoky mist, and when social media was just a bud in the minds of a youth about to spring forward and create the true information age. While society may change every decade, people don't. Throughout history we are driven by our need to know our place in the world-and by the love we bear those around us, parents, children, brothers, sisters, friends-and the one person we hope we find who is the true love of our lives, the one who makes everything else in life right. My personal love for history remains the same. When this book was written, it was one of the few of its kind published, a forbearer, I like to think, for much of the turn fiction took in later years. I like to believe that my people have withstood the passage of time. And I truly hope you'll agree. Here, for the first time in twenty-five years, is Every Time I Love You. Thank you! Heather Graham

    Who dared to love Elena Lopez? Who was willing to risk reputation and wealth to win the Spanish dancer who was the scandal of Europe? Kings, princes, great composers and writers...the famous and wealthy men of the 19th. century vied for her affection, fought duels for her. She was the queen of desire and the slave of passion, traveling the world - London, Paris, San Francisco - and taking love where she found it. Elena Lopez - the tantalizing, beautiful moth - dancing out of the shadows, warmed, lured and consumed by the heart's devouring flame.

    It was to them that she entrusted her dearest treasure, a secret she can hardly bear. Now, Emma sets out to search for the piece of herself she left behind--and unexpectedly finds the love of a man who makes her whole.

    He was all that a Sioux maiden could want in a mate. But though she'd been raised in the village, Meadow was not really one of the People. Her parents had been white, and her past would bring unexpected disaster upon her band of Oglala.MEADOWShe was his to love, her flaxen hair shining like gold on the furs as he stroked her sweet body. But when she was ripped from his arms after a single night as his wife, Black Horse swore he would rescue her from the pony soldiers. Even if he lost his own freedom, his life, he would gaze one more time into the beautiful jade green eyes of the woman who possessed his soul.

    Two passionate travelers, united by need, threatened by pasts they could not outrun ...Lydia Bryant --- voluptuous and russet-haired, fleeing from a secret shame, vowing that never again would a man, any man, overpower her ...Ross Coleman --- dark, brooding and iron-willed, with the shadow of a lawless past in his piercing eyes, sworn to resist the temptation of his wanton longings ...Fate threw them together on the same wild road, where they fought the breathtaking desire blazing between them, while the shadows of their enemies grew longer. As the wagon train rolled west, the danger to them drew ever closer, until a showdown with their pursuers was inevitable. Before it was over, Lydia and Ross would face death ... the truth about each other ... and the astonishing strength of their love ...

    But no one at the secluded desert convent guessed that behind her angelic smile burned a hot flame of desire.

    Eager to leave her grief behind, she sets off with her family for a life out West. On the trail, she forms an instant connection with John Lowry, a half-Pawnee man straddling two worlds and a stranger in both.But life in a wagon train is fraught with hardship, fear, and death. Even as John and Naomi are drawn to each other, the trials of the journey and their disparate pasts work to keep them apart. John’s heritage gains them safe passage through hostile territory only to come between them as they seek to build a life together.When a horrific tragedy strikes, decimating Naomi’s family and separating her from John, the promises they made are all they have left. Ripped apart, they can’t turn back, they can’t go on, and they can’t let go. Both will have to make terrible sacrifices to find each other, save each other, and eventually…make peace with who they are.

    But she was stunned by the magnificently handsome man who awaited her amid the silk and splendor. His piercing emerald eyes held her in their power; his muscular embrace made her weak with desire even as she defied him. She was his to do with as he would. Yet this mysterious stranger - whose eastern garb concealed his true identity - touched her only with tenderness, driving her wild with new sensation, his scorching kisses igniting the fires of her very soul... and sweeping her beyond the harem walls into a palace of love's eternal dream.