
EXCERPT FOR FORGIVING REX
Lillie stopped giggling and rose to her feet holding the Indian blanket even
tighter over her bare chest. She stepped backward until she bumped against
the rough log wall. She couldn't help but take in Rex's physique. The teenage
boy she had fallen in love with all those years ago had turned into a handsome
man. His muscled chest and arms revealed a male of great strength. The
tablecloth tied below his bellybutton drew her gaze lower. His arousal became
obvious. She shut her eyes and turned her head to the side.
Lillie became aware the moment Rex had moved within inches from her. And he
called her name in his deep honey-coated tone. Her body began to soften and
change at the sound of his alluring voice. Her heart raced even faster when his
lips skimmed her neck. She wanted to melt right into him and let their bodies
become one. She couldn't do this. Her son was the most important person in her life. What if Rex left them
behind again? What if she woke up the next morning after making love to find him gone forever? Her pain
would be unbearable. But most of all, she didn't dare introduce Ben to his father. The wanderer.
Lillie stopped giggling and rose to her feet holding the Indian blanket even
tighter over her bare chest. She stepped backward until she bumped against
the rough log wall. She couldn't help but take in Rex's physique. The teenage
boy she had fallen in love with all those years ago had turned into a handsome
man. His muscled chest and arms revealed a male of great strength. The
tablecloth tied below his bellybutton drew her gaze lower. His arousal became
obvious. She shut her eyes and turned her head to the side.
Lillie became aware the moment Rex had moved within inches from her. And he
called her name in his deep honey-coated tone. Her body began to soften and
change at the sound of his alluring voice. Her heart raced even faster when his
lips skimmed her neck. She wanted to melt right into him and let their bodies
become one. She couldn't do this. Her son was the most important person in her life. What if Rex left them
behind again? What if she woke up the next morning after making love to find him gone forever? Her pain
would be unbearable. But most of all, she didn't dare introduce Ben to his father. The wanderer.

EXCERPT FOR WYOMING FLAMES
Clara laughed. Her hair whipped around her face in the wind. She sat astride a
black stallion galloping up the side of a hill to meet the evening sunset. The
strong arms of a half-naked Indian held her against his hard, bare chest. He
stopped the stallion upon cresting the hill. They were silent for a moment while
they watched streaks of orange and red dance across the sky. His deep voice
whispered sweet words of love in her ear. Feathered kisses caressed her cheek.
She closed her eyes and sighed. A strong hand turned her head to meet his
seeking lips. Passion erupted between them. Breathing rapidly, she opened
her eyes and gazed into the handsome face of Wildcat Jesse.
Clara sat up in bed and pushed her hair back from her face. "Jesse," she
murmured. She gazed around her darkened room. She was alone. Her kiss with
Jesse had only been a dream. Then she remembered Ginny's last words before
she had fallen asleep. "He's not for you, Clara." Everything inside her said he was. She closed her eyes.
"It's my dream," she whispered, "and my bounty hunter."
Clara laughed. Her hair whipped around her face in the wind. She sat astride a
black stallion galloping up the side of a hill to meet the evening sunset. The
strong arms of a half-naked Indian held her against his hard, bare chest. He
stopped the stallion upon cresting the hill. They were silent for a moment while
they watched streaks of orange and red dance across the sky. His deep voice
whispered sweet words of love in her ear. Feathered kisses caressed her cheek.
She closed her eyes and sighed. A strong hand turned her head to meet his
seeking lips. Passion erupted between them. Breathing rapidly, she opened
her eyes and gazed into the handsome face of Wildcat Jesse.
Clara sat up in bed and pushed her hair back from her face. "Jesse," she
murmured. She gazed around her darkened room. She was alone. Her kiss with
Jesse had only been a dream. Then she remembered Ginny's last words before
she had fallen asleep. "He's not for you, Clara." Everything inside her said he was. She closed her eyes.
"It's my dream," she whispered, "and my bounty hunter."