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Category: Romance
Description: George Hawkins tries to "make a difference" for the Lakota Sioux, and win the heart of Maggie Douglas.
eBook Publisher: Awe-Struck E-Books/Awe-Struck E-Books, Inc., 2008 2008
eBookwise Release Date: May 2008

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [368 KB]
Words: 81904
Reading time: 234-327 min.

"Ghost Dancers is a remarkable story. I was amazed by the character of George. His emotions are deep and really touched upon this reader. He wants to do more for people but his hands are tied. His actions are genuine and come alive in this story. There were times I felt his trepidation. I love Maggie and her strong backbone to survive in a harsh land. Diana Rogers pens an extraordinary tale of hardships, prejudice, wars, and finding love, during a time when the world showed very little for mankind. This excellent story comes highly recommended." Reviewed by Cherokee of Coffee Time Romance Reviews "I believe that readers who have any empathy for the plight of the Indians at this time will find this book a very enjoyable read given its unique twist." Reviewed by William S. Lyon (co-author of Black Elk The Sacred Ways of a Lakota, with Wallace Black Elk. (Published by Harper Collins) "A rare book in that this book appeals to both Indian and non-Indian cultures alike, this book gets a 'Thumbs Up!' from me!" Reviewed by M. Round, educator "Diane has written a book that is awe-inspiring. The story will keep you mesmerized, the characters will become your friends and enemies, and you will have a profound respect for Diane and her ability to make this book come alive." Reviewed by K. Jones--Legal Assistant "I bought your book at the Indian Art Fair and wanted you to know I enjoyed it immensely. I couldn't put it down. Thank you for taking me on a "trip back in time." Reviewed by T. Keyes, a reader

She turned. Tears glistened in her eyes. "Why do we have to hate the way we do? Why can't we just live in peace?" She brushed the tears from her eyes. "I get so mad when I think about how they're treated. How they've been made out to be evil because they fight to preserve their heritage and their land--land they've hunted and lived on for centuries."

Her tone of voice was changing and George sensed her suppressed anger. She had strong convictions when it came to the treatment of the Indians. The same convictions he held. It was frightening in a way. They were very much alike, regardless of how much he didn't want them to be.

He wanted to reach out and take her into his arms--to hold and comfort her and take her pain away.

She looked up, her eyes still brimming with tears, and he forgot everything except her. He closed the distance between them. His arms wrapped around her shoulders and his lips settled on hers in a searing kiss. She moaned and his lips slanted harder across her mouth.

Her hands snaked up under his arms and around his shoulders, her fingers dug into the thickness of his coat. His heart hammered. He probed her lips with his tongue. Her mouth opened and invited him into her warmth, her own tongue teasing and tasting.

George was dizzy with desire as her hands moved brazenly over his chest. She unbuttoned his coat, their lips still melded in a burning kiss.

Her hands found their way inside his coat, while they continued to nip and tease each other's lips. Her nose was cold, but her mouth was hot and inviting.

George's body was tight and growing hotter as her hands roved the contours of his chest and shoulders, around his sides and up and down his back.

She moaned. He groaned and wrapped his arms tighter around her shoulders to pull her closer. He wanted to make her his, wanted her to meld into him, become part of him.

She slipped off her right glove and dropped it to the ground then undid several buttons on his shirt. She slid her hand under the material and let her fingers rove through the light matting of hair on his chest. George about came out of his skin when her warm hand touched his bare flesh.

She moved against his body and mewled like a cat in heat.