"...A wonderful trip back into time with likeable characters and is rich in history. I highly recommend this time travel romance!"—Carol Durfee, Romance Reviews Today

"...A realistic portrait of the masculine and powerful Hiawatha Craft contrasted against the innocence of stubborness of Valerie Redhook...provides a tantalising promise of the emotional and sexually charged conflict that is to come. Enjoy!"—Fiona Hay, eBook Reviews Weekly

"3 Stars!...Traveling 'The Trail of Tears,' Hi and Valerie find love and satisfaction by discovering where they belong...The characters...are well drawn and believable. Conflict is strong and the ending is satisfying. Ms. Troxel's use of today's cultural references...is just delightful."—Deborah Ledgerwood, Romantic Times

"3 Flowers!...Provides 'an informative glimpse into the past of our nation, as well as a story of two people finding their home in one another.'"—Julie Shininger, Escape to Romance Reviews

"...Their journey and hardships are eloquently described, the Indians' tragic destiny becomes painfully evident, and their fortitude in the face of their misery is amazing. Woven through the story is the blooming love of Valerie Redhook and Hiawatha Craft. Wind Of Change comes recommended."—Jennifer Macaire, WordWeaving

Valerie stared into the eyes that constantly amazed her. She'd never known there could be so many different colors of blue in one place.

She'd seen them as icy cold as a winter lake or so dark they were almost purple. When he played with Sally Black Cloud, they gleamed with pure joy. Now, they took on the warmth of a summer sky.

She felt his warm, tangy breath on her face and knew she should be turning away from something she didn't understand. Even as she told herself this, something deep inside her cried out to move closer, and her heart pounded just underneath her skin where his fingers lay.

Through it all, she heard the whispered plea in his voice. Not knowing what he wanted, just that it was something very powerful, she moved closer to his warmth.

When his lips touched hers, she felt a fire that started just where his mouth met hers and then within a heartbeat, it was racing down her neck and through her chest. The fire spread into her arms as if spurred by the wind of a thousand storms and made her hands tingle.

Feeling an overpowering urge to get closer to him, Valerie's arms lifted and wrapped themselves tightly around his neck. Then as if possessed of a spirit of their own, her fingers begn roaming through the short, thick strands of his yellow hair.

Hiawatha's low moan acted like oil on a blazing fire as his tongue flicked across her unbearably hot lips. Suddenly a thought, as if he had spoken, raced through her mind. In response, she parted her lips and immediately his tongue was inside her mouth.