This is a sexy western historical romance involving a half Mohawk/half Scottish cavalry officer who guides a bluestocking anthropologist to Montana just after the Civil War. Jonah Mackenzie is the officer, and he is proud, knowledgeable and impatient. Aurora Crenshaw is the educated termagant who plagues his sensibilities. The two start out bickering, but slowly come to admiring each other's traits. Admiration turns to lust and then love for both. The challenge to their happily ever after comes from Jonah's identity crisis. He questions whether he is a Mohawk warrior or a Union soldier, or if he can be both, especially as he is to lead negotiations with the Crow Nation as they are displaced from their tribal lands and as skirmishes heat up with the Sioux. He worries about Aurora and what she would face as the wife to a Mohawk in a prejudiced world or in a fort in Montana as soldiers and Indians prepare to go to war.
I found Aurora to be a mix of many things: intelligent, lusty, acquiescent, bold, practical, insightful, and naive. She was a bit all over the place, yet I believed. She started out a spinster, set in her academic ways with only uncles as guardians. She found adventure and love, and they transformed her. Loving Aurora gave Jonah the confidence to face his issues with his heritage and become the man his Mohawk grandfather believed him to be. Along the way, the two lovers are challenged by convention, sinister characters, and true and dangerous tension between Native American tribes and western expansionist policies. It is rare to read a steamy romance that embraces the larger political and racial realities of the post-Civil War American West.
Their romance is wrapped around the broad brush of historical events taking place in Montana in the 1860s, specifically Red Cloud's War. A fair portion of the book takes place on the trail from Independence, Missouri and in a Crow village and a fort in Montana. These make for interesting settings for a western historical. I found the worry about what was "proper" to be surprisingly mild. Sometimes I wonder if Victorian sensibilities really were more relaxed in the West, so I chose to accept Kate Wingo's complacent views. Though the sepia tintype cover would hint at a "clean" romance, this book is decidedly spicy.