Brad Winters stopped to help a stranger when he saw her tire explode and fly across the highway. She was beautiful and sweet, and he was drawn to her immediately. He wasn’t looking for love, but now that he has seen her, she has to be his.
Beverly Blackbird is a full-blooded Jicarilla Apache. She also noticed how attractive the man who stopped to help her is. He grins at her, but she sees kindness and not the usual looks she gets from guys. But attraction doesn’t matter. This man is not Native American, not a part of her world. But his energy feels so familiar, as if she had met him before. Yet she would remember a man like this. Instead, it feels like he is reading her mind. He looks at her knife and asks questions and exhibits behaviors that show he understands the Apache way, and he is respectful. And though unspoken, thoughts are exchanged, each knowing what the other feels. Then he is ready to leave after replacing the tire. And she felt so alone and wished either of them had asked to share food when they arrived at Salinas.
Brad, too, was shaken up. She stirred his heart, and he felt things had hadn’t felt for a long time. He recognized her for what she is: a spirit Blackbird! He needs to protect her, because she is his. Would she want to be with him though after she finds out who he is and what he did?
This story has a very mystical feel to it. Who is Brad? Why does he seem to know so much about the Apache way? And what is he afraid Blackbird will find out? Or has she already sensed the truth? Grab your copy and where their story leads them.