Deathly still. Her fair, beautiful face was chalky white against the dark buffalo robes. The once gleaming golden hair lay lank and lifeless around her slender shoulders. The lush cupid’s-bow lips were cracked and burned from the fever that had raged for days. And the eyes, those expressive emera...
The blond girl lay on the rocks below, as bare as he. Luiz Quintano stood unmoving atop the high basalt overhang by the falls of Puesta del Sol. The spray from the rushing cascade peppered his noble dark head and slim bronzed body. Beads of water clung to the long, thick lashes of his unblinking ...