THE WILDEST, SWEETEST FLAMES IN ARIZONA'S SAVAGE TERRITORY.
Why could she not hate him? This handsome, hell-bent outlaw, Ward Cantrell, had kidnapped her. Ravaged her. Outraged her. Yet Leslie Powers, ever a proper Bostonian lady, had quivered under his touch.

Why did she protect him? Her anger burned and her pride seethed, yet Leslie firmly told the sheriff that Ward Cantrell was not the man who had kidnapped her.

Why couldn't she forget him? Her testimony had set him free, and now he freely courted and seduced the naive young lovelies of Phoenix society. And left Leslie to curse his wanton, rugged charm.

Why couldn't she resist him? Even now, his kiss enthralled her anguished heart. For behind his roguish outlaw smile loomed the specter of a secret identity-honorable and true-and the power of a faithful passion fierce enough to fire an outlaw's blood.