"THEY SAY HE EVEN SHOOTS HIS OWN MEN IF HE FEELS LIKE IT! AND AS FOR HIS REPUTATION WITH WOMEN, NO ONE'S SAFE WITH HIM!" Despite the warning, lovely Elena Moural did not fear General Gregor Marint, mysterious hero of the revolution that had shattered her aristocratic world. Her concern was Valdoro, the magnificent estancia of which she was - by noble birth and passionate roots - rightful mistress. Marint had the power to take Valdoro from her. Torn apart by unlikely enemies - one was Elena's own mother - the beautiful hidalga and the dazzling general were bound together by a love so strong it defied disgrace for her, death for him. Yet because of the cultural chasm between them, they could not speak their feelings. In their silence lay the fate of Valdoro - and their own destinies.