In 1896 the gold that would spark the Klondike Rush still lay undiscovered in Rabbit Creek. Jake Smith, working for a man he knows only by name, comes to Forty Mile to grubstake a modest gold claim and escape his dangerous life on the streets of Chicago. IHe found, in the wilds of the north ,safe ground to build a life and leave his demons behind. That is until the mythical Wealth Woman enters his dreams and entices him to follow her to his fortune. According to legend, if she appears, a man must not only follow but catch and keep her if his wealth is to last. If she escapes, the new found riches will be lost in dire circumstances.
Jake refuses to believe the legend and ignores the increasingly vivid dreams of the woman with wild gold hair. Then everything he knows and believes changes when Lizzie Madigan, all golden curls and innocence, arrives in Forty Mile desperately searching for the man who had given Jake his new life, her father.
1898 and Dawson City had grown from a tent town on mud flats to the wild capital of gold. Kyle Anderson was one of the lucky first to find gold and word had it he'd seduced Lady Luck herself. But one very long and sunny solstice would lead to his discovery of a very different treasure. One that he wasn't sure was his to claim, even if he wanted to, which of course, he didn't.
All Abigail Skyler wanted was to leave her newly wed husband and the insane honeymoon she'd gotten herself talked into behind. To think she had thought it all so romantic! Now she knew better. There would be no fortune. Her so-called beloved had left her to drown when their raft overturned and all their belongings were lost. Just as she was considering the benefits of drowning, the solid arms of a man with glacial eyes and hair the color of sunlit clouds pulled her from the water. She thought she had met an angel, her guardian angel. But did guardian angels gamble, drink, and conveniently forget where they left their halos?
Abigail, determined to get back to her warm and comfortable home in San Francisco, needed to make money and fast before the winter trapped her in Dawson. The only certain way was to do what any lovely young thing in Dawson would. But just as the curtain rose on her dance debut, her guardian angel was front row center. And she barely had a stitch on.
