To dream of her true love's face, Emma takes heed of well-known folklore and places a bundle of rosemary beneath her pillow. Her family is quite dismayed when she dreams of a Native woman rather than the young man they intend for her to marry. Their derision drives Emma to the woods, where she takes a step in the wrong direction and becomes stuck in a marsh. When she calls for help, what should she hear but the steady beat of hooves and the heavy rustle of leather?

Is her true love a fallen woman, or a woman fallen from the stars?

Warnings: This historical lesbian romance includes legendary love and explicit erotic content.