What’s hotter than a two-dollar pistol and 4th of July fireworks? This wonderful collection of western historical romance novellas! HOT WESTERN NIGHTS is a set of six exciting stories of the old west and sizzling romance all stirred together with the sexy heat of summer!
Will true love take Nash and Jewel by surprise after all in Karen Michelle Nutt’s FAKE MARRIAGE WITH A DASH OF DESIRE?
J. Arlene Culiner’s THE LADY PIANO PLAYER is a story of a woman’s escape from a loveless marriage and the talent that brings a new love into her life.
Will Dan Loomis’s search for a dangerous deserter lead him to the love of a lifetime? In Angela Raines’s story, DUTY, helping a beautiful young woman fight off neighboring thugs could keep Dan from going after the man he’s vowed to bring in.
Angela Summers has cared for her grandfather in the mining camp for many years. But when danger strikes, saloon owner Jack Williams must try to protect the woman he loves in DIAMOND JACK’S ANGEL by Elizabeth Clements.
In Julie Lence’s story, a misunderstanding has caused a serious rift in Amy and Ryan Jansen’s marriage. Can they find a way to mend their love and make this A SUMMER TO REMEMBER?
A deputy U. S. marshal comes upon a dying man and finds unexpected love when he carries out the man’s last request in GIVE MY LOVE TO ROSE by Kaye Spencer.
Just in time for summer, this fabulous collection of six sure-fire western love stories are the perfect remedy for “what should I read next” on those HOT WESTERN NIGHTS!
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Fake Marriage with a Dash of Romance.
He removed his shirt and tossed it to the floor before reaching to lower Lulu's straps and give those breasts of hers a proper hello, but his hand froze as the door to the room swung open, banging against the wall with a thud. Nash had his gun drawn just as fast.
A pint-size woman came flying inside, her mahogany hair a blur of color. She didn't seem to notice he almost blew her head clean off. Her hand reached for the door and closed it enough so she could peek out into the hall. Her round behind pointed in his direction like an invitation, but Nash was downright irked with the interruption and felt like shooting her just for the heck of it.
The woman finally turned, and he caught sight of her beautiful, sea-green eyes all fringed with the darkest, longest lashes he'd ever seen. His nasty retort lodged in the back of his throat and threatened to choke him.
Her hand flipped her thick tresses over her shoulder as though she was annoyed about her hair being in the way. Her gaze met his, and she gave him a curt nod. "Sorry, mister, for the intrusion. I'll be on my way in just a moment." She all but dismissed him as she turned her attention toward the gal sprawled on his lap. "Oh, hello, Lulu," she said to her as if they were long lost friends.
"How's it going?" Lulu smiled as if this situation was all part of the evening's festivities.
"Oh, it's going." She gave Lulu a big grin and winked.
Lulu shook her head and removed herself from his lap. "Little Miss, you are going to be in a fix of trouble if Maribel finds you up here!"
"Hell-nation, I'm more worried about Mr. Stanfield."
"You gone and done it again, haven't you?" Lulu shook her head. "He's going to kill you good this time."
"Yeah? Well, he has to find me first." Little Miss turned her attention to the door she had kept slightly ajar and peeked out when she heard a man bellowing at the top of his lungs.
"Where is that cheating little snipe? I'll throttle her with my bare hands." The doors down the hall were being opened and slammed shut again as the man did his search.
Nash's brow lifted. He could only assume that the pretty pixie that flew into his room was the cheating little snipe the man wanted to throttle.
Nash kept his gun close.
She closed the door slowly so not to make a sound then looked around the room as if trying to decide what dark corner would suit her best to hide. Then, without so much as a howdy-do, she started taking off her clothes. He sat up straighter in bed. He almost wanted to pinch himself to make sure he was, indeed, awake.
"What are you doing, Little Miss?" Lulu's eyes nearly bulged out of her head. He was glad he wasn't the only one seeing this.
"What does it look like?" She continued to throw off each article of clothing without a care that a half-clad man sat on the bed watching her.
Nash concluded the gal must not be one of Maribel's girls by the way Lulu fussed, though she definitely had potential. She couldn't be more than 5' 4" in height, but she sure had some long, graceful limbs. He didn't mind one bit that she wasn't shy in showing them off.
"What do you have in mind?" Lulu had seemingly forgotten he was there, too, and strode over to the woman. The pixie turned and looked right at Nash, as brazen as any saloon
girl would gander. "No, no, Little Miss." Lulu grabbed at her arm. "You ain't going to climb in bed with Nash. I won't let you."
Her laughter rang like bells, sweet and charming. "Don't worry, I'll leave the pleasing part up to you. I'm just going to pretend, and hopefully convince Stanfield I'm just one of the girls so I can escape without a hassle. You know, give him time to settle down. Now, put these somewhere." She shoved her clothes at Lulu.
She stalked right over to Nash with only her chemise and drawers as though it was the most natural thing in the world for her to be parading around in such attire. "Move over darlin'," she drawled in a deep, whiskey-worn voice. A voice that didn't quite match the pixie features with her looking innocent and mischievous at the same time.
He could barely resist the temptation of making her his just for the inconvenience she caused him. She must have read the look in his eyes,for she gave him a reprimanding shake of her head and clicked her tongue. "This is just for show, honey. So don't get any ideas."
Lordy, she was gorgeous. She crawled into bed with barely a stitch of clothing, and she told him not to get any ideas. She definitely had a wicked sense of humor.