To Love an Outlaw Series

Wildflower

Wildflower

He’s a legendary gunslinger working for the powerful business baron she intends to bring down. When he takes her captive, desire makes a prisoner of them both.

Leaning his hard body against hers to pin her to the rock again, Jake asked roughly, “You could try by remembering that it’s against the law to rob trains.”
“You work for Durant—what do you care about the law?”
“I might go easy on you if you’ll talk. Where’s the rest of your gang?”
The mutinous stare she gave him was indicative of the answers he would receive, and Lassiter shrugged. “Fine. Stay quiet. I’m getting paid to stop ‘Colorado Kate,’ and I guess that’s who I’m taking back with me.”
“You’re taking me to Durant?” she asked softly. He nodded. So this was really the end. She had no illusions as to Durant’s intentions. He’d kill her just as ruthlessly as he’d killed her parents.
“Care to tell me where I can find the Lost Canyon Gang?” Jake asked
When she refused to answer, he curled his fingers around her wrists and straightened, pulling her up with him. Caitlin stared at him warily, seeing in his dark, reflective gaze something she didn’t recognize. The sun beat down in a blaze of heat; a hot, dry wind blew, lifting her hair to drift around her face, yet she felt a sudden shiver.
To her sudden, intense surprise, Lassiter lowered his head and kissed her.

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Wildest Heart

Wildest Heart

He’s the most dangerous gunman in the West. She’s a “lady doctor” he can’t resist. Will his secret torments keep them apart? How can she handle a wounded outlaw no respectable woman should go near? Romance and intrigue are about to collide in a steamy Texas town where sin, scandal and violence rule the night.

A strange sort of current flowed between them, charged with as much intensity as a bolt of lightning. Devon felt it tighten around him, binding him to her in some inexplicable way that he couldn’t explain and didn’t want to acknowledge.
His tone was involuntarily savage when he mut¬tered, “If I don’t leave soon, Maggie Malone, I may do exactly that.”
“Do—?”
He stood up, blood boiling in his veins as if heated. The memory of her soft skin was a temptation that he did his best to resist. “You know what I mean, dam¬mit.”
“No. I don’t think I do. Devon . . . what are you—?”
Without pausing to think, he reached out to pull her to him, one hand around her wrist and the other hand moving to the small of her back. Maggie seemed to melt into him, her body boneless, soft breasts pressing against his chest as he pulled her close.
His mouth found hers, and he kissed her with a fierce urgency that grew hotter and higher when she made a small noise in the back of her throat. Ah God, she was so sweet and fine, so damn fine. He couldn’t help himself. He knew better than to touch her, better than to kiss her. He knew he wouldn’t want to stop at kisses, and Maggie deserved to be treated with more respect.
So why wasn’t he stopping?

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