North Carolina 1851 Deep in the mountains of North Carolina lives a branch of the Cherokee nation that no white man had been able to remove. They could come and go like the wind. They were rumored to be ghosts and called the 'Ghost Tribe' by those that knew of them. They were feared by all who lived in those mountainous lands except for one. Deniah Williams is the one person who does not fear them. And her reason? Gray Skies. He saved her life as children and has been her friend since that day. She knows there is something unique about her friend and his people and yet she asks no questions. She has trust in him and for her that's enough. But when Deniah's father learns of her friendship with a monstrous savage of the ghost tribe he is determined to protect her. And he knows just how to do so. He must find her a suitable husband and move his daughter to the northeast and away from the danger he is sure she faces. But things do not go as planned. When Gray Skies learns of the danger that Deniah faces he knows he must save her. Going against the wishes of his tribe, Gray Skies leaves to rescue the woman who has his heart. A fiery passion ignites between them and a love stronger than any love before ties their souls together. But hatred and revenge threaten to tear them apart. Join Gray Skies and Deniah as they fight for their love, for each other and for peace among their people.

Harvest Flower ignored him, as he took up his appaloosa's reins. Her voice was soft, but her words cut like a knife. "I don't want to marry you." Harvest Flower's head shot up, her eyes burning into his. He nodded and mounted his horse in one smooth jump."I will return tomorrow for you, and you will be my wife." He watched her with a frown. He didn't want to hurt her but he could not let her go. She is his and he would make her his wife. Once she understood him she would not fight him. He met her eyes once more, the look of wildness flashing in her eyes is a challenge he is willing to meet. Running Wolf turned his horse kicking it swiftly riding away at a thunderous pace. Warning: Adult Content and Language. Read with caution please. Some triggers and violence.

When historian Cassandra Evans takes a solo trip to the Black Hills, she expects to find echoes of the past-not become trapped inside it. One storm, one impossible lightning strike, and she awakens in 1866... on the eve of war. Among the Lakota people, trust must be earned-and danger lies everywhere. As Cassandra struggles to survive in a world where every word, every glance matters, a quiet friendship grows with Tokala, a wary warrior haunted by loss. But history is a river that cannot be easily changed-and as the storm of conflict draws closer, Cassandra must decide: can she remain a silent observer... or will her presence alter the course of lives forever? *I'm writing this story with great respect for Lakota history and culture. I'm not Indigenous, and if I get anything wrong, that's on me. I truly welcome feedback from Native readers as I learn.*