A Law of Her Own
Lawyer Charity Dawson finds herself in 1888 in the middle of a murder trial. Turner Reardon is on trial for killing his mistress. He’s innocent and Charity can prove it, but her testimony is thrown out and he’s sentenced to hang. She has only one chance to save his life and find the real killer.
A Marshal of Her Own
Investigative reporter, Dessa Wade rents a remote cabin, travels back in time to 1890 Texas and finds herself in the company of bank robbers. However, Marshal Cole Jeffers is determined to prove her innocence. When she’s kidnapped, Cole will risk all to save her and make her his own—if only she’ll commit to the past.
A Love of His Own
Lawyer Bull Dawson’s daughter traveled back in time to 1892. He’ll join her there or die trying. Shunned for her past, Widow Dipsey Thackson scratches out a living farming, until her evil brother-in-law arrives. Her dilemma will take more than a knowledge of the law, but Bull vows to protect her and her boy.
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She gazed up at him and he looked his fill—the smooth skin, clear blue eyes, and full pink lips. Lips he didn’t doubt would be quite enjoyable to taste. He breathed in her scent and felt his groin tighten in response to the clean womanly smell. If she wore perfumed powder, she’d used it sparingly.
He lifted his hand toward her hair, but sought her eyes before he touched the blond tresses. She didn’t shrink back in fear. Like corn silk, the strands slid through his fingers.
“Have you seen enough, Mr. Reardon?”
“Well, can’t say I wouldn’t like to see more.”
“You’ll have to wait for that until after the ceremony.”
He chuckled. “I can wait.” His fingers dropped from her hair, his knuckles brushed down her cheek. “Why are you doing this, Miss Dawson?”
“You’re an innocent man. I’m here in a strange place, a strange time, and I need you to help me. Will that suffice until after the ceremony, when I can explain things further?”
“Yes, if you’re sure about this.”
“It’s not often a man gets engaged and marries all in one day. I think a kiss might be in order. And I want to hear you say my name, Charity.”
“I agree, Turner, a kiss would definitely seal the deal.”
Hands at her waist, Turner lowered his head and softly touched his lips to hers. She didn’t back away, so he pulled her closer, crushing her softness to his hard length. She moaned and her arms went around his neck. Oh, God, she was sweet.
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