He Liked a Good Fight
Sam Zachary had his own reasons for posing as the new marshal of Blessing, Wyoming — but a fondness for law and order wasn't one of them. Revenge was what he was after, and he had no time for wranglin' with that disdainful and feisty female banker Lucille Blessing. Instinct told him to keep his distance, but the feel of her body under his hands, hot as molten lava, stirred the passion in his blood. Despite her haughty stare, the soft curves of her full sensuous lips intrigued him; he ached to taste their sweetness and conquer her once and for all with the sensual and passionate pleasures of a lover's embrace.
She Was His Greatest Challenge
Chestnut-haired Lucille Blessing had no time for that so-called lawman. His mocking and arrogant manner grated her nerves, and she knew that beneath his lazy quiet and comfortable drawl lay an explosion waiting to happen-one she might be burned by if she wasn't careful. Yet, she longed to rest her hand against the harsh planes of his face and ease the tension she knew he held coiled up inside. His very maleness taunted her — she yearned for his hard embrace, dreamed of his searing kiss. And she knew that if he wanted her, she could never say no!