Claire savored the taste of her Native American, Tall. After saving her from being raped by her ex boyfriend, her and Tall become inseprible, but her ex, Andrew won't have it. If he can't have Claire then by god that damn Indian can't either. Andrew will stop at nothing to get what he wants even if it means he dies trying.

Highest Ranking: #1 in Werewolf Watty's 2015 Winner: Talk of the Town 11/23/15 "Literally the best werewolf book I've ever read." -@itsroma "*rereads 10,000,000,000 times and cries every time*" -@stilessparklez "#5thtimereader *I have to vote on all the chapters this time, that's how engrossed in the book I've become*" -@Forevertail "THIS BOOK SHALL BE IN MY LIBRARY FOREVER." -@team_breezyy ________________________________________ "What do you want?" He asked. I clapped my hands together and sighed. "To go home." His face instantly fell. He walked right into that one. "Well that sucks because you aren't going anywhere, kitten." I growled lowly at the nickname and crossed my arms. "Who says?" I argued. "I just did. Now stop acting like a brat and tell me what the hell you want to eat," he said frustrated. I rolled my eyes and turned around to exit the room. "Where the hell are you going?" He yelled at me. I stopped and turned around to look at him. "I don't want to have any food prepared by you. You're hands are probably just as dirty as your mouth. Watch your language," I stated simply and exited the kitchen. ________________________________________ © All Rights Reserved 2014

This is a story i wrote in 6th grade. It will be way more mature though. It's about A Native American man and A Black woman. This is a preview of the first chapter. My name is Lilia Marie. I'm an ex-slave. My father was freed by his owner in his will, so he took our family out west.My mother, brother, and husband died of Chrlorea while we traveled with a wagon train. Once we made it half way, we stopped. While we slept, we were ambushed at night. They killed all the men and children but took me,May, and Rachel. They're mixed race twins who pass for White. The Cheyenne warriors took us to their village. They crowded around us, looking and observing. An old Native woman with long grey hair in two braids came up to me.She touched my skin and lifted my arms. She spoke a language I couldn't understand. A older man made a call and a young man came towards me. He was tall, bronze skinned, long braided hair with feathers and his body was very musclar.He was gorgeous. He spoke the same language as the woman. She turned to me and asked "Have you lost someone to disease?"

Please see the next page for a full description - This is the sequel to Wild Passions. Kaitlin has just been accepted into the Bear Claw Clan of the Oglala after the spirit totem of the war chief, the black bear, has pointed out her worth. In the first book, Kaitlin was the only captive Spirit Bear had ever owned. He was fascinated and attracted to the blonde beauty and vowed to make her love him. After his plan succeeded, he asked her to become his mate for life through the eyes of Indian law. During the premarital celebrations, Crow warriors were evidenced entering Oglala territory. These Sioux enemies developed a daring plan to abduct the beautiful betrothed. They believed taking Spirit Bear's heart would break the essence of the indomitable war chief and end his mighty rein.

Cat thought she was alone, when her mother passed away while she was young. Now with her Father and her brother Panther with her, she doesn't know where her heart belongs. But with her childhood best friend Blackfox, suddenly looking out for her and protecting her. They could just be more than what they were.

A love spanning two cultures... I have lived on my family's homestead on the prairie all my nineteen years. It is all I have ever known, and it is Indian territory. My father told us that the Indians are savage, ruthless killers akin to wild animals. "They are not human," he said. But I did not feel that way at all. A hidden warrior... I have kept a a secret from my family since I was a little girl. One they cannot know. I made a friend at the creek one afternoon many years ago. An Indian. He was an Oglala Lakota boy who called himself Wakíŋyaŋ Lúta. Red Thunder. But after that chance encounter, he returned to his people. I had never expected to see him again, but one day, I did: as a virile young man, wounded and on the edge of death. And the feelings of friendship I had shared with him blossomed into something more... ~Full version now available on Amazon!!!! https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08LVZ39T3/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr= ~Highest Rankings: #1 in "Indigenous," #8 in "Warrior," #1 in "Settlers," #1 in "Colonial," #1 in "Healer" and #1 in "Native." #2 in "Prairie," #42 in Historical Fiction, #6 in "Horses," #460 in Romance, #3 in "Rescue," #1 in "Lakota," #1 in "Sioux."