RITA-LOU RANDALL WAS BACK!
Back with a vengeance, and Silver City, New Mexico, might never be the same. Her leaving had been part of the biggest scandal ever to rock the town, but the educated, cultured woman she'd become had little in common with the wild hell-raiser she'd once been.This Rita-Lou was searching for evidence that prehistoric man had once called the area home, and that brought her right up against Jonah Jones. Jonah had been part of her reckless past, and now it looked as if he might also become part of her future. He was on the hunt for gold, but the treasure he found in Rita-Lou's love was something more precious yet.

Newer EditionBeautiful Lady Jane Lennox, the daughter of Lord Wychwood, a member of Parliament, was in love with Captain Terence MacKenzie. But her father opposed the idea of their marriage and had Terence assigned to duty in Quebec.
When Jane discovered a way to go to North America to look for Terence, she didn't hesitate. Indenturing herself to Ethan Gordon to work on his Virginia indigo plantation, she traded the elegance of her pampered English life for the drudgery of being Ethan's house maid.
Then she found herself more attracted to Ethan than she was willing to admit. It was the beginning of an astonishing adventure in love, in colonial politics, and in more excitement than she'd ever dreamed possible.

29 October 2013 Retail CopyAs a child, a young girl with coltish legs and dusky skin, I spent many anxious hours prowling the low desert and the craggy foothills of southeastern Arizona's Huachuca Mountains— anxious hours not just because I was trespassing on the forbidden Cristo Rey land grant but also because I was searching among the rocks and cactus-stubbled dunes for the Ghost Lady, hoping and praying I could get a glimpse of her and at the same time scared to death that I really would.
Some say she haunted that area of Cristo Rey because she was a tormented wraith looking for the lover denied her in life. And others say she rode the area, its barren deserts and rock-clad mountains and lush, grassy valleys, because her soul was condemned to wander Cristo Rey until the fifty thousand acres—and the Stronghold—were at last returned to her heirs.
Of course, I preferred to believe the latter . . . perhaps because at that young age my childish mind could not conceive of a love so great that it would transcend time and space. I had yet to taste of love’s binding passion. But in all likelihood I chose to believe that version of the tale because even then I knew, like my Ghost Lady, my soul would know no peace until I possessed what rightfully belonged to me . . . Cristo Rey.