East meets west when a high-principled Boston socialite teams up with a revenge driven bounty hunter to catch a gang of outlaws in the wilds of Nevada.
It’s tough being a witness when the last one turned up dead. But Christie Wallace is determined to bring the Everett gang to justice. Unfortunately, the law can’t protect her from pistol-toting outlaws or the intoxicating lure of a dangerous man. But, after escaping the suffocating prospects of an arranged marriage, she has no intention of allowing her heart to rule her head, even when temptation comes in the form of an incorrigible lawman named Nat Randall.
Dead or alive—it made no difference to Nat Randall. He’d tried to bring the Everett gang to trial once before, but the law let him down. It seems frontier justice is all he has left. But he didn’t count on protecting a bewitching Easterner whose courageous spirit challenges him as much as her beauty distracts. It’s not long before he’s torn between pursuing her or the outlaws.
A timeless, rollicking adventure of unlikely lovers, set in the Wild West.
EXCERPT:
Christie’s belly gave a sickening lurch.
The robber ducked down behind the counter at her feet. In his haste, the red bandanna slipped down to his chin.
For a split second their gazes locked.
His green eyes narrowed in a murderous glare.
She hastily looked away.
The click of his gun cocking made her swallow hard.
He settled himself like a laying hen, on a half empty crate of canned peaches at her feet.
Christie swallowed hard.
The tall stranger striding toward her in the brown duster appeared far more dangerous than the robber under the counter. His blue eyes snapped as cold as spring water against his bronze skin. It was difficult to determine his features through the stubble on cheeks.
But there was purpose behind his steady advancing swagger, urging her to take a step back.
The gun against her thigh held her still.
She managed a small frozen smile—a smile one might give when a rattler lay
curled inches from your feet. Her heart raced so fast, she could barely breathe.
The stranger cracked a lazy smile. His voice held a raspy edge. “I’m looking for a
no-account robber, by the name of Everett. You haven’t seen him, have you?”
“He’s gone.” Christie attempted to swallow past the fear in her throat. “Out the
back door.”
His cool gaze slid to the wide-eyed, silent McDermotts, then back to her.
Her mouth went dry.
He didn’t believe her.
He knew.
Somehow he knew.
A long moment of silence followed.
Christie wanted to scream, just leave, before you get us all killed!
Then, he tipped the edge of his grey Stetson and slanted a half smile. “Much obliged.”
When the door slammed behind him, she closed her eyes in relief. Then, very
slowly, she backed away from the counter.
