Captured by a Cowboy

ISBN Digital: 978-1-61217-538-6
ISBN Print: 978-1-61217-537-9
Page Count: 250
Word Count: 69123
Rating: Sensual (PG-PG13)

Standing beside a shallow grave, Annie Johnson vows revenge on the stepfather who murdered her mother. Those plans are spoiled with the appearance of rugged cowboy Brady Malone, who is determined to haul Annie back to her grandfather's ranch, where the dying old man wants to reunite with his granddaughter. But Annie hates her cruel grandfather almost as much as she hates her stepfather.

Brady holds the evidence of the swindles Annie used to finance her search for her mother's killer. He won't hesitate to see her jailed if she doesn't accompany him to Wyoming. But he doesn't count on the discovery of her nemesis and her desire for retribution.

And neither Brady or Annie counts on their attraction to each other.

Will Annie chose revenge or love? Either choice means a sacrifice--one that is bound to cost her dearly.

Rating: Sensual
Page Count: 250
Word Count: 69123
978-1-61217-537-9 Paperback
978-1-61217-538-6 Digital


Brady understood her motive now. She was taunting him, and he didn’t like it. Not one bit. He shouldn’t have lost his self-control, not when this was probably what she wanted to see him do. But he couldn’t help himself.

Coming to a halt, he snagged her by the arm and swung her around to face him. “Listen, you little witch—”

“What? You’re no man’s faithful dog? Obedient to his every command?”

That was it. She’d gone too far. Dropping his bag, he gripped her by both elbows and hauled her up against him, his eyes burning into hers.

“No one owns me, man or woman,” he growled. Her eyes widened as she stared up at him. With alarm? he wondered.

A long moment of silence passed between them. Brady was conscious of having drawn her so tightly against him he could feel her breasts pressed to his chest. And the way those breasts swelled inside her bodice as she took a deep breath, making it difficult for him not to groan. He was aware, too, of her mouth, with that small, intriguing mole above its corner, just mere inches under his. And of how it parted to permit the tip of her tongue to nervously wet her lips.

She was a temptation he had to resist, but he was afraid he might not have the will to manage it. Not when he longed to know what that lush mouth tasted like, how it would feel to have her tongue stroke his own tongue as he inhaled the flavor of her in a deep, hot kiss.

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