But little by little she found herself believing in Nicholas, in his honor, his strength. Bethie had every reason in the world to distrust men the cruelty she suffered at their hands had marked her soul, though her blonde beauty showed no sign of it. The terrible scars on his body spoke of a tortured past, but his gentle touch and burning gaze awoke longings she had never expected to feel. And Nicholas Kenleigh threatened not only her safety, but her peace of mind. Newly widowed and expecting her first child, she had to protect herself at all costs. So when wounded, buckskin-clad stranger appeared at the door of her isolated cabin, Elspeth Stewart felt no qualms about disarming him and then tying him to her bed.
There was only one rule on the frontier-survival.
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