Mark of the white brant Kinnahauk gazed down at the scrawny, half-drowned woman. This was the virgin mate promised him by the Great Spirit? Yet the firemark on her brow matched the one on his own gleaming chest. Bridget Abbott gazed fearfully at the magnificent half-naked savage standing before her. Clearly she was far from the colonies—and from the planter she'd promised to wed. Had she escaped being burned as a witch in England only to be eaten alive by this golden-eyed heathen? Destiny had brought their two worlds together—only the heat of passion could make the two worlds one.

Another Man's Woman . . . Cabel Rawson didn't have to resort to paying a woman for her favors. So when he saw the delicate dockside beauty unsuccessfully plying her trade, he hated himself for the desire she aroused in him. Maggie McNair had run from a past that had nearly destroyed her. And when a kindly widower offered her the protection of his good name in exchange for tending his brood, she gratefully accepted. How could she have known that Cabe, the virile golden-eyed seaman who both terrified and tempted her beyond all reason, was his son? And now she could never be his ...

Laura Gray was torn from her home and family by the nightmare of an Indian uprising. Lost and alone, the fragile beauty bore her neighbors' contempt—and a murderer's child. Desperate to find a refuge for herself and for the son she had come to love, she fled to the wilderness. Yet even in the echoing forest she found no peace. For as the drums of war beat ever closer, Laura had to face her growing passion and learn to trust the enigmatic Stormwalker—the man she feared was her mortal enemy.

Gideon McNair Was The Devil's Own Angel True, Prudence and her brother had mistaken Captain McNair for a pirate, but that didn't give him the right to drag them off to his whaling camp and force them into slave labor. If the insufferable Gideon thought Prudence would ever apologize for holding him up at gunpoint, he was dead wrong. The handsome brute might strike fear into hearts of the roughest of men, but he had finally met his match-and she was a woman.

The whole of a marriage of convenience had sounded so simple when Reverend Dunwoody had suggested it. Kathleen Stevens needed a home and protection, and Rogan Rawson needed someone to keep an eye on his wayward stepmother while he was at sea. But somehow, the proud, plain Kathleen had turned the tables on him. The solitary freedom of Rogan's livelihood had lost its luster, and he couldn't come within a day's sail of Hatteras without making some excuse to check on the new Mrs. Ragan. If he didn't watch himself, Rogan was liable to wind up on dry land for good!