Love's Sweet Wager

ISBN Digital: 978-1-61217-083-1
ISBN Print: 978-1-60154-928-0
Page Count: 352
Word Count: 97000
Rating: Spicy(PG13)

(MSRP: 7.0000)

She escapes a life of uncertainty…

After her gambler father is murdered over a card game, Rachel Garrett joins a wagon train West to be with her aunt and the fiancé she's never met. All she wants is to forget her life of performing on stage to earn the money her father gambled away and to settle down in one place. But along the trail she is helplessly drawn to a priest—forbidden fruit—and her faith is shattered.

He's running from a murder he did not commit…

With his life at stake, successful gambler Reno Hunter joins a wagon train West disguised as a priest. He is shocked to find aboard the woman he won when her father wagered her in that fateful card game, the same man Reno is accused of killing. Can he protect his identity as long as she doesn't know who he is, or will he give in to his desire for the woman and risk being apprehended by the law?

Rating: Spicy
Page Count: 352
Word Count 97000
Print ISBN: 1-60154-928-8


“Are you dancing in Fort Laramie tonight?”

Her body stiffened with insolence. “I don’t see it’s any of your concern.”

“Dancing in saloons isn’t proper for a woman.” Neither was his stealing kisses or stoking the flames of their passionate nature. “What will your fiancé say?”

“He’ll never learn about my dancing.”

“Lying isn’t a good start to a marriage.”

“My fiancé and my life do not concern you. If I want to dance, I will and you can’t stop me.”

“Dancing half naked in front of men who seldom see women is foolish and dangerous.”

“I’ve been dancing all my life. I know how to handle men.” She groaned at the inference. “I mean, I know how to hold off a man’s advances.”

“Is that a fact,” Reno drawled. “Just like you held off mine?” He caught her wrist in midair and yanked her hard to his body, her whoosh of breath striking his face. “If the spoken truth offends you, I’m sorry. But you did nothing to suggest you didn’t want me to kiss and caress you. On the contrary, Miss Rachel Garrett, your body begged me to finish what we started.”

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