Winter Fire

Winter Fire

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by Kathy Fischer-Brown
     
 

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When Ethan Caine pulled the unconscious woman from the half-frozen creek, he had no idea that his world was about to explode. Dressed in clothes of Iroquois design and on the run for a murder she might have committed, she stirred up dark secrets from his Indian fighting past. Yet she was everything he desired. He needed to know the truth.

He needed to find a way to

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When Ethan Caine pulled the unconscious woman from the half-frozen creek, he had no idea that his world was about to explode. Dressed in clothes of Iroquois design and on the run for a murder she might have committed, she stirred up dark secrets from his Indian fighting past. Yet she was everything he desired. He needed to know the truth.

He needed to find a way to trust her.

Banished by the Seneca who had adopted and raised her, ostracized by the whites in the settlement, Zara Grey wanted only to be accepted. "Ethancaine" treated her with kindness and concern. It was easy to trust him. But her Indian ways disturbed him, and in her heart she would always be Seneca.

Reminiscent of 'Last of the Mohicans' with its raw, haunting mood, Winter Fire, by Kathy Fischer-Brown, is a compelling story of love and hate, acceptance, and forgiveness. Oft times painful, it is a rich, exciting read through a dark time told exquisitely by an exceptional writer." --Bonnie Napoli, author of Shadows of the Eclipse

5 Stars "[The] characters leap off the page into your heart. I highly recommend it for avid lovers of an excellent read in historical romance. This novel is a keeper." --Shelia Jordan, Women On Writing

4 Stars "Kathy Fischer-Brown recreates the terror of the Indian wars and vividly evokes the wonder of newfound love." -- Faith V. Smith, Romantic Times

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Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781926965437
Publisher:
BWLPP
Publication date:
01/28/2011
Pages:
292
Product dimensions:
6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.61(d)

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Prologue

October, 1779. Six Nations Territory

She ran. Breathless, heart straining. Despite the stabbing pain in her side and the fire in her lungs, she forced herself on through the crackling underbrush. The cold wind whipped hair in her eyes. Briars tore her face and hands.

Yet with each labored stride, the soldiers' shouting voices drew closer. She dared not look back for fear of losing ground, dared not avert her eyes from the forest path.

But where was she to run? As if the question were an obstacle in her path she stumbled to a halt.

There was no one to help her. The People had gone, taking with them all help, all hope. She was alone. The outcast. Nameless.

Gasping, she slumped to her knees into the dew-drenched leaves.

The witch Jiiwi is no more!

The truth of it choked her. She set her teeth against the cry of anguish rising in her throat. She could have chosen death! Death at the hands of The People would have been swift. Nichus, her-husband-no-longer-her-husband, had assured her.

But her fear of death had been stronger than her fear of the unknown. She had chosen life. And with it, banishment.

She tore windblown hair laced with leaves and twigs from her face and glanced back over her shoulder. The soldiers were nearly upon her.

Five of them. They slowed their pace. Perhaps they knew she could run no more. They approached as if puzzled, talking among themselves. "Savages musta left her behind when they sneaked off," one of the men said. "Why d'you suppose...?"

"Hotakwih!" she said to herself, unable to hold back the tears. It is finished. Raising her eyes to the sky above the autumn colored hills, she whispered,"Hohsah." It has begun. She bowed her head. "Haywokahweh!" I have gone in a circle.

When the blue-coated soldiers caught up with her, she no longer had the strength nor the will to resist.

Two of them edged closer to her in the shadows. "Here, we're not going to harm you," one said, his voice a raspy whisper. "Do you understand?"

She could not bring herself to look at them. Soon they would do more than talk. She knew. Soon they would see what she was. They would take her away. Take her back. Back to where the circle had begun.

She shuddered.

"Not so close," the other man ordered. "Give her room. You're scarin' her."

A twinge of unease rippled through her stomach. These were the same blue coats that had left a trail of ashes where thriving villages once had stood, who girdled the fruit trees so they would wither and die, who laid waste the fields of corn and squash and beans. She had seen them before, in her dreams. Her dreams had shown them the way.

"Good God!" another of them cried out. "She's white! The woman's white!"

The first man knelt before her. "Do you speak English? Can you tell us your name?"

She would not trouble herself to reply.

"Here!" A man fumbled in his pack, producing a slice of jerky. He extended it just beyond her reach, an attempt to lure her closer, like a starving dog. But she would not oblige him. "I'll wager you're hungry."

She lifted her head slightly and eyed the meat with longing. Three days of subsisting on nothing but roots and groundnuts had left her light-headed and weak. But she would accept none of their food. She looked down at the leaves.

"Suit yourself," the man grumbled, and tore off a piece with his teeth.

In the distance, the shouts of men rose above the morning stillness. An acrid odor wafted on the wind through the trees. Across the meadow, lush with green grasses, beyond the expanse of ripening fields and orchards, the soldiers had set fire to the village.

From a place deep inside her, as if awakened by the sounds and smells, an old terror forced itself past the dust of forgotten memory.

Zara! Run!

Voices from the past rang out across time. Silenced for so long, they gained new strength and force on the billows of smoke darkening the sky.

Mama! Her own voice. The voice of the child she had been.

For as long as she could remember, her dreams had been filled with fire and smoke. And a savage host tore her from one world and thrust her into another. So it had been in the past. So it would be again.

"Haywokahweh!" she said, and she closed her eyes.

The circle was complete.

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Winter Fire 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
Judy-Ree More than 1 year ago
It's not often that a historical romance tempts me to read it. They haven't been the top of my preferred genre list in many years. Once upon a time, I couldn't get enough of them, especially ones dealing with American Indians during the 1700's.  I was endlessly fascinated by the many different and varied indian tribes and cultures there were.  And while I know that the authors had to have taken some creative license, most were well researched and informative, as well as being entertaining. Just as this one turned out to be. One of the popular troupes is the white & native american who find love and must find a place that they can both be accepted as couple. Whether it's an indian village or a white town. It's the whole opposites attracting thing. This took that, but put a twist on it. We have the white woman, raised as native american, who falls for a white man. Think Dances with Wolves, but instead of discovering each other in her world, they are in his.  Some of the things that I liked about this story was the realism. Life was hard and that's portrayed in the details. I do think Zara was a little too good to be true. I would have liked to have seen her with a bit more negative to her personality. I know that sounds odd, but this girl went through a lot and is just a bit too accepting of her fate. I guess I wanted her to rail about it some. I know I would have. Overall, this was a good read, especially if you have a thing for the early american historical romance genre. I gave it 3 stars. 
Allthingsbook-ReviewRL More than 1 year ago
4 Stars Winter Fire grabs you from the start. Both Ethan and Zara are misfits that struggle to find where they fit in. The story takes place during a time when Indian and American settlers were constantly fighting. As a child, Zara was taken prisoner by the Indians and raised among them. Ethan is a loner who is estranged from his family. I found the story to be historically accurate in terms of the White people's treatment of Indians and any returned White captive women. Although fiction, their is an amazing amount of historical detail within the story. I felt that more background on Zara and the reasons she was forced out of the tribe would have been helpful. Also, their were area's that were a little confusing that was never fully explained. ( I received this ebook in exchange for an honest review) ~Lovely Review Team
Glorysong1 More than 1 year ago
This was a great read about life among the Native Americans.  It was fairly well written, the editing could have been better (missing words or repeated words that make no sense).  The over-all plot was excellent and kept my interest.  I especially loved the ending, For both main characters.  What I didn't like was the much too descriptive intimacy scenes.  Knowing it happened is good, but describing it is NOT. 
booknerdDS More than 1 year ago
My Review: 5 Stars Received for an honest review from Historical Fiction Virtual Tour This was my first time reading Kathy-Fisher Brown so I was not sure what to expect. I'm glad that I was pleasantly surprised. I really loved her writing style and the pacing of the story. There was not a dull moment! I loved the hero and heroine. They had a perfect combination of chemistry and mystery. The author was able to provide great images of the setting and this made the story even more real. I really enjoyed reading about the Seneca Indians and their customs. I'm so excited to read her next novel, "Courting the Devil" if it's anything like "Winter Fire" it will be another enjoyable read!