Colorado — 1895

It wasn’t yet ten in the morning and Dade Logan was already bored clean out of his mind. Other than locking the town drunk up every Friday night when he got a snootful, there wasn’t much in the way of law to enforce in Placid, Colorado.

Not that he was anxious for trouble to come to this sleepy town that rested in the valley east of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains. Nope, he’d been waiting all winter for one person to return, and if she didn’t show up soon he didn’t know what the hell he would … Read the rest »

Reid Barclay wasn’t a gentleman.

After putting on a pot of coffee for the cad who employed her, Ellie slipped into the pantry. The pitiful remains of her pie sat cooling on the sill, looking more like charred wood than dessert.

She bit her lower lip to still its telltale quivering. She wasn’t one to bawl at the least provocation, but, dammit all, it hurt something fierce knowing her pa wanted to her fail–wanted Reid Barclay to dismiss her. It broke her heart that her own father didn’t want to grasp this opportunity to spend Christmas with her.

Did he … Read the rest »

West Texas 1895

Trey March had done the one thing that most cowpokes in West Texas had the good sense to avoid. He’d gotten on the wrong side of Jared Barton.

It hadn’t been intentional and he surely wasn’t wholly to blame, but the end result had been the same. He had the scars, lingering pain and burning anger from that lesson to remind him how badly he’d screwed up.

All because he’d thought with his dick. All because he’d stupidly trusted a woman to tell the truth.

Not just any woman.

Nope, he’d surrendered to the temptation that glistened … Read the rest »