Novel & Cerita American Indian Romance Novels

“For now. I need you to do some research. I want you to understand some terms. Like dream walker and spirit walker. I want you to understand the difference.” “Anything else,” asked Ava. Sounding more willing than she did before. “Yes,” stated Willow simply. “I want you to read up some Native American legends. If you have questions, I don’t want you to be afraid to ask.” Then the ghostly image of an elder Native woman was gone. Leaving Ava Miller alone in her room, once more. “I really hope that I’m not losing it,” whispered the twenty-year-old woman.

She sat with her coffee on one side, the notebook in front of her, a pen in her mouth. If there was one thing she kept hidden from most of the world at large, it was the fact that she loved to write. The fact that she liked to write wasn't what was embarrassing, what was embarrassing was the fact that she wrote erotic romance. She never even wrote it on a computer for fear that someone would find it and trace it back to her. Every story she had ever written was written by hand, and she always took them with her, no matter where she went. This particular notebook that she was working on filling up was number ten. Two of them had been stolen in the burglary, and that was making her extremely n

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I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

But the fire showed no lenience. Andrew held my hand as we both stared out the window, watching the world zoom past. It was quiet in the car as Audrey maneuvered us toward the city. We were on our way to Elitch Gardens, an amusement park in Denver, courtesy of Ray and Audrey. The park had only been open for a week, but Ray had gotten discounted tickets from a customer and invited us all to go. Luke turned down the opportunity to come with us. He was still avoiding us, so it was just Andrew, Audrey, Ray, and me.

“You take wife. Unite people.” Aiden’s heart sank to his feet when he realized what was happening. He knew very little about the customs of these Indians, but one of the things he did know was that it was an enormous insult to refuse the offer of a chief’s daughter in marriage. He couldn’t even get away with saying he already had a wife, since -although it wasn’t a common practice- they allowed multiple wives. His brain was working overtime when an angry brave entered the tee pee and began arguing with the chief. From the way he was pointing at Aiden and Leotie, Aiden gathered he wasn’t happy about the marriage offer.

“Get dressed. I’m taking you out.” She simply nodded. As she turned to her suitcase, he leaned against the doorframe, watching her sift through her options. When her hand hovered over a simple black dress. “Wear that.” She smiled sheepishly and hurried to change. When she returned, he complimented her quietly. The streets of Alaska were quiet, snow gently falling. Aneet chattered continuously about the sights. Ahaan listened with patience, answering her endless questions with a soft smile. Eventually, he led her to a small, cozy restaurant for dinner. Sitting close, the warmth of their shoulders touching beneath the table, they laughed over shared stories and quietly observed each other when

She closed Harper's and stowed it away, then sat and folded her hands in her lap and looked wistfully out the window. "Excitin' trip so far?" he asked. "I'd hardly say so," she said. "No Indian raiding parties, no desperados –" "Wellnow, ma'am, you'd not really be wantin' t' meet that sort," he said. "I've seen my share, and they're not like you'd be readin' about in them there books of your'n." "I don't know what you mean," she said. "All romanticized, is what I'm sayin'. All the desperados I've met, they've been right dirty and rough. And I ain't never met no woman been carried off by the red man and been the happier for it."

And Ross and Simone were in agreement that Anna needed to talk to Angus, to let him tell his side of this thing. Closing her eyes against the tears she was too weary to cry, Anna rolled onto her side, curled up around her extra pillow, and silently begged for the oblivion of sleep. The following morning, Janine showed Anna around the small ranch. To say that it was different from the Sweetwater was a calculated understatement. Obviously, the environment was a complete change. Where back home, the foothills of the Wind River mountains had nestled in deep green forests of lodgepole pines, here the land was flat, beyond flat, really, and covered everywhere with sand and squatty scrub. Add t