"Stop that train!" came Lacey Whitmore's terrified warning as she rushed toward the locomotive that carried wounded Confederates and her own beloved father. But no one paid heed, least of all the war-weary soldier who pinned her roughly to the ground when the train suddenly exploded into flames. Wild with grief, she lashed out at the stranger who restrained her - only to experience a shock of pure sensual awareness when she gazed into his devilishly handsome face. Never had the innocent Lacey felt such raw, fiery need, such wanton, white-hot desire! Could this be the man who would ignite the raging passion in her soul and provide a love that would burn forever?
