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She Belongs In My World by Karen Kay 💕 Book Tour and $20 Gift Card Giveaway 💕 (Historical Native American Romance)



Beauty, Treachery, and an Untamed Wild Love

Beauty, Treachery, and an Untamed Wild Love

Liliann Varga had been too young the first time she met and fell head-over-heels in love with the Blackfeet Medicine Man, First Rider, the man who saved her father’s life. Besides, he was newly married to a woman of his own tribe. But years later, when Liliann’s husband has committed a terrible aggression against her, it’s First Rider who once again is called upon to put his healing skills to use.

First Rider has come to heal Liliann, not to seduce her. But his reaction to the grown up Liliann, the little girl who used to be his shadow, is entirely masculine and sensual. Though he’d vowed to bring his first wife back after her capture by an enemy tribe, he'd failed and she had died, causing First Rider to nearly lose his mind. Could Liliann be his second chance at love?

Enacting a “scout’s revenge” against Liliann's cruel husband would leave the man alive but broken, and it would also set Liliann free. But, just as their love deepens, a report emerges: First Rider's wife is still alive. To discover the truth or lies of the rumor, they both embark on a dangerous journey through the Backbone-of-the-world Mountains.

But, with little more than a bow and a gun, can they survive the beautiful but treacherous snows to find a world where they both belong?

Warning: Sensuous Romance that could cause a gal to climb the highest mountain to find true love.

"No!  Father, do not seek out First Rider to come to me.  I beg thee, do not go to him!" cried Liliann, sitting forward in her chair.

"But, me own daughter, he is returned to his people for these past few months.  And, does thou not remember how the man, young though he be at the time, healed me own affliction?  If there be any man who could make thee well again, 'twould be he, right enough."

"Aye, I understand, but please, Father, no.  Do not be askin' him to come here."

"And, why not, child?"

"Please, I…me own self does not wish him to see me as I now be lookin' with this thing stickin' out my eye and with these bumps and bruises upon my body."

Without warning, Liliann's father jumped up from his chair, and, looking as though he might burst, he declared, "And, if that scoundrel should be a showin' his face again at this fort, he be havin' to answer to me, right enough!"  The words were shouted.  But then, with a quick look at her, her father added more softly, "How could it be that I be not seein' through his lyin' ways?"

"He put his lies on me, too, Father.  After all, I be the one who fell in love with his drunkin' self…explainin' away what I saw in his character and hopin' he be tellin' me true about how marriage would be changin' his no account ways.  So do not be puttin' this all onto your own shoulders."

Taking a few steps across the room, Liliann's father came to stand behind her and, placing a hand on her shoulder, asked, "How could thou be a knowin'?  Why even now, thou be only a wheen bit older than a child."

"I be old enough," Liliann replied with a deep, regretful sigh as she leaned back against the chair.  She had hoped so fervently that Ernest Stuart—her newly-wedded husband—had been telling her truthfully about what she could expect to be their future.  She had believed him when he had proclaimed himself to be in love with her.  She had trusted him, too, when he had declared how different he was from all the other grubstakers in residence at Fort Benton; she had even dreamed of a future time when her new husband, having mined enough gold to buy land for a ranch, would have loved her, and—

Liliann pulled her thoughts up short.  Her hope for a future ranch life was not to be, and it would be best to think of it no more.

She said, "I be rememberin' it now, and no mistake, how once, when we were still livin' in the Pikuni camp, my almost-sister's husband, Stands Strong, had described the white man's whisky as a curse.  He spoke true, Father.  I did not know then how the drink could make me own newly-wedded husband the devil's own."

"And, may the devil bless him!" cursed her father as he stepped back toward his chair and sat down.  Then, with a softness coming into his eyes, he added more gently, "What else be wrong, me own daughter?  I can see there be somethin' b'sides thy wounds afflicting thee."

Liliann drew in a shaky breath and let the air out slowly through her lips before replying, "Forgive me, Father, but, once, I thought me own self to be in love with First Rider, and, though I be long over me own girlish crush, I do not wish him to see me own gruesome face as it now be appearin', with this stick lodged into one eye and the other eye bein' black."

Her father's sigh was heavy and deep with concern when he said, "Forgive me.  Me own self should have told thee what I was plannin' b'fore now.  But, I will tell it to thee now.  I already sent fer the man.  When I saw his almost-brother, Red Fox, in the tradin' room the day before this, I sent a message with the lad, no mistake, askin' First Rider to come here.  And, I am afeard that, with the Pikuni village camped only a little way up the Marias, he might already be on his way here."

Liliann looked away from her father and tried to close her one uninjured eye in a deep lament.  She couldn't, however, close both of her eyes.  And so, she contented herself with merely saying, "Then, me own heart be low, Father.  It be low, indeed.  But, Father of me, please, would thou bring me a comb and a mirror?"

"Now, that be somethin' I can do, me own daughter.  Indeed, that be somethin' I can do."

And, so saying, her father rose up to step into the next room where Liliann kept a mirror, brush and a comb.  Returning to the room, her father presented the items to her along with a light blanket to place across her lap.

Exhaling softly, she gazed at her image in the mirror, stunned at the vision staring back at her.  In addition to her left eye, which was showing a deep and ever-darkening black shadow around it, her right eye was in worse shape, having been injured by a skinny, but sharp, piece of wood.  Like a weapon, it had been sticking up from the floor and had gone flying into her eye when Ernest, in a rage, had thrown her face-first onto the floor.

And, there the thing remained, even now sticking out of the right side of her right eye.  It made her look hideous.  The knife-sharp piece of wood had also cut into her right cheek, and the place where it was stuck looked red and on fire.

There were also bruises upon her body, no mistake, but these she could hide with clothing.

And so, with deep regret, she realized this was to be the first glimpse of her that First Rider would see after these four, long years.  She groaned, feeling she was on the edge of tears, but she dared not cry.  After all, she did not wish her appearance to become even more gruesome.

Indeed not.  After all, she did not seek to have First Rider's pity; therefore, she would use brush and comb, and perhaps even a bit of rouge, to try to make herself appear presentable.  Somehow she would do it.



  
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Her Beauty Takes His Breath Away… Only She Can Restore It

Eagle Heart of the Blackfoot Nation has not come to the trading post, Fort Union, to trade, but to find his missing brother. The medicine man has never seen a white woman, but, when she walks into the room, her beauty literally steals his breath.

Laylah McIntosh has assets besides beauty that make her valuable to her father, the fort's trader: her skill with numbers, her photographic memory and her knowledge of the sign language used by all the tribes. But, when she’s injured and caught in a fierce blizzard, it is Eagle Heart, alone, who rescues her.

Forced into each other's company, their attraction deepens. But a union between them is forbidden in both their worlds.

Can their love find a way to survive? Or will their differences separate them forever?

Warning: Sensuous romance and a love written in the stars could cause a gal to go West in search of love and adventure.
  

Two Worlds. Two Hearts. A Forbidden Passion.

Amelia McIntosh was only fourteen when she fell in love with the young and handsome Gray Falcon of the Blackfoot Tribe. He’d helped her through a difficult time, and, for him in turn, she’d opened up a vital part of the medicine man's world. Five years later, Amelia is still in love with the mesmerizing Gray Falcon, but her refusal to marry anyone but him has created a dangerous problem for her and her family.

When Amelia—the pesky little girl from Gray Falcon's past—returns to the Northwest, he can't help but notice she has blossomed into a beautiful, desirable woman -- one who sets his heart aflame. Yet, he must resist her feminine charms because, though she is a friend, what she asks of him is against all Gray Falcon stands for as a medicine man.

United only in love, will love, alone, be enough to stave off a world threatening to pull them apart?

Warning: A sensuous romance that might cause a gal to capture the heart of her own true love.
  

CAN HER LOVE HEAL THE MEDICINE MAN'S HEART?

In spite of her fear of Indians, Sharon Wells travels from her home in St. Louis to Indian Territory in the northwest, along with her fiancé, and her friend Amelia, who is determined to return to Blackfoot Country. An orphan, Sharon yearns to be married and have a family of her own. She’s loyal to her fiancé, even when he carelessly puts her life in danger.

Strikes Fast, of the Crow People, was once on the path to becoming a medicine man, but he has lost his way. When nearly all his family were killed in a Blackfoot raid, he went on the warpath to avenge the ghosts of his murdered family. But he’s carried revenge too far, and the blood of innocents has left him feeling no longer human, without empathy or sympathy. But the beautiful white woman, Sharon, ignites a spark in him. When she’s captured in an Indian raid and her fiancé does nothing, Strikes Fast hopes his heroic deed of rescuing her might return him to the good graces of the Creator, from whom all medicine men receive their powers.

Strikes Fast’s handsome masculinity calls out to Sharon, as her beauty and her kindness calls to him. Trapped together in a blizzard, surrounded by danger, and despite the many reasons they shouldn’t be together, their growing love is undeniable. Can they find a way to heal one another and create the family each of them is longing for?

Warning: A sensuous romance that might just melt a gal's heart
  

A woman deserted. A troubled warrior. A passion denied.

1855. When eighteen-year-old Czanna Fehér is forced to flee her home in Hungary, she journeys with her younger siblings and her father's manservant to Montana in search of her cousin. Mourning for her recently deceased parents, she sings a prayer to the grand, Montana mountains. From the first moment Stands Strong hears Czanna singing, he is transfixed. When he meets her, he is captivated as much by her dark beauty as he is by her voice.

But, after the family's hired guide steals their money and runs, her father's servant leaves Czanna to go and serve justice to the man, leaving Czanna desolate and in charge. Being of the gentry class in Hungary, Czanna knows she and her siblings cannot survive in this land without help. When Stands Strong comes to her aid, she realizes she must trust this man.

Lakota born, though raised by the Blackfeet, Stands Strong descends from a long line of medicine men, but this legacy seems to have skipped over him. Accepting this, he has become an expert scout. But, when Czanna attempts to hire Stands Strong as their guide, offering him the "evil gold rock" as payment, he suggests marriage to him instead. Czanna refuses him, even though the flame of love is burning heatedly in her heart.

Can two people from incompatible cultures ever come together? Or are their star-guided paths meant only to briefly cross?

Warning: A sensuous romance that might cause a desire to go West in search of love and adventure.
  

Bestselling author of Native American Historical Romance, KAREN KAY is a multi-published author of romance and adventure in the Old West. She has been praised by reviewers and fans alike for bringing insights into the everyday life of the American Indian culture of the past.

As Reviewer, Suzanne Tucker, once wrote, “Ms. Kay never fails to capture the pride, the passion and the spirit of the American Indian…"

KAREN KAY's great grandmother was Choctaw, and she is adopted Blackfeet. Ms. Kay is honored to be able to write about the rich culture of a people who gave this country so much.

With the power of romance, I hope to bring about an awareness of the American Indian’s concept of honor, and what it meant to live as free men and free women. There are some things that should never be forgotten.”

  

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