Exquisite, flame-haired Elizabeth Easton thought Seattle was a raw, rough frontier harbor after her elegant upbringing in San Francisco. But she discovers what the real wilderness is when the noble Indian brave, Strong Heart, forces her to go with him in a flight back to his Suquamish people. Here, deep in the breathtaking forests of the great Pacific Northwest, Strong Heart is free from intolerant injustice. Here Elizabeth is free of the smothering control of her ambitious businessman father. Here both of them are free of all the pride and prejudice that kept them apart in the white world...as this superbly handsome, strong, and sensitive man becomes her guide on passion's path to unfettered joy...and she stands beside him to defy all that seeks to end a love that will not be denied...
Edwards began writing romances in 1982 and released her 100th novel, Savage Skies, on August 28, 2007. Although her earlier books were classic historical romances, the vast majority of her novels involve Native American tribes. Edwards's grandmother was a full-blooded Cheyenne. Her first 99 books sold a combined 10 million copies as of August 2007, with her more recent novels averaging sales of 250,000–350,000 copies.
Edwards has won the Romantic Times Lifetime Achievement Award and the Romantic Times Reviewer's Choice Award, as well as being named one of Affaire de Coeur's top ten favorite romance writers. Edwards has a reputation for meticulously researching the proper anthropological backgrounds of each tribe she writes about.
Edwards and her husband Charles, a retired high school biology teacher, have been married for over 50 years. They have two sons, Charles and Brian, and three grandchildren. The family lived in St. Louis, Missouri for over thirty years, but now reside in Mattoon, Illinois.
Absolutely awful. I don't know how I got through it. I vaguely remember liking Cassie Edwards a long time ago, but now I wonder why. Her characters are weak, their relationships are completely implausible, and her writing is appallingly bad. Next time I read a Native American historical romance, it will be a Kathleen Eagle.