Dark Drums

WHITE WITCH
Her hair was read, her eyes were green, and no power on Earth could keep Kate Donley the barefoot bound-girl she was when she came to Jamaica.

She used the promise of her voluptuous body, the strategy born of desperation and abandoned conscience, and especially the voodoo magic she coaxed from the blacks to get what she wanted.

From tavern to brothel to Rune Hall, she climbed. Jamaica had never seen her like. It would never forget her. Nor would any man who dared love her ever again be the man he had been.