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Recently widowed Callie nothing to do with any man, particularly a handsome drifter with his own agenda.
Isolated farm girl Maddy finds herself swept up in a dangerous adventure with an escaped convict trying to clear his name.
There’s a new marshal in town who thinks Anora is married, a ruse she wishes she’d never entertained.
They try to keep their distance, but fate decrees otherwise amidst a town riot.
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Imagine how Grace feels when the man she hires to masquerade as her husband turns out to be the Pinkerton detective sent by her father to find her.
WILL EACH OF THESE COUPLES FIND THEIR WAY TO HAPPILY AMIDST DECEIT, DANGER AND PERIL?
Rafe angled her chair around till they faced each other
and he had one knee on either side of her. "You don't
trust me, Callie. Now just why exactly is that?"
Callie averted her gaze.
His free hand snaked between them. Thumb and
fore- finger pinched her chin, turning her face back around to
his. "I expect an honest answer now."
Eyes steely, chin thrust forward, Callie met his gaze.
Her skin burned every place Rafe held her; "I don't trust
She expected him to release her like a hot rock.
Instead, he took his time about it. Slowly his fingers
uncurled from around her wrist. Slower yet the fingers
imprisoning her face gentled, till their touch bordered on
a caress. " that?"
Feeling her hands tremble slightly, she knotted them
in her lap, away from his gaze. "Never met a man yet who
gave me any reason to trust him. Including my pa and my
"I see." Rafe sat back in his chair and crossed his arms
over his chest. "In that case, apology accepted." He
extended his right hand toward her, leaving Callie little
choice but to slide her hand inside his. She was conscious
of the warmth of his skin, the callused, leathery feel of his
palm and fingertips. The sensations chased clear up her
arm in the most unsettling of ways.
He didn't let her go right away. Instead, he raised her
hand to his lips and pressed a kiss on the spot where he'd
removed the . Then he did something that caught
Callie totally off guard. He guided her wounded thumb
slowly to outline the contour of his lips, bottom and top.
Callie felt as if melted wax spilled through her limbs in
a heated rush. Opening his lips, he pulled
her thumb just inside the hot moist cavity of his mouth and
gave a slow gentle suck that she felt clear down to her toes.
"Since you don't trust me, anyway," Rafe said, his
breath touching her forehead like steam rising from hot
water. "I guess it won't make much difference if I kiss
"Don't." The word barely escaped from the tightened
muscles of her throat.
With one finger beneath her he tilted her face up
toward his. "Any woman smells this she needs kissing
if only as a thank you from the lucky man close
enough to notice. "
Callie trembled clear down inside her boots as he lowered
his head to hers.
USA Today Bestselling Author Kathleen Lawless blames a misspent youth watching Rawhide, Maverick and Bonanza for her fascination with cowboys, which doesn’t stop her from creating a wide variety of interests and occupations for her many alpha male heroes.
With nearly 50 published novels to her credit, she enjoys pushing the boundaries of traditional romance into historical romance, contemporary romance, romantic suspense and women’s fiction.
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