Meet the Shady Lady:
Fiery singing sensation, Sadie Michelson, thinks falling in love is bad for business—until William “Cass” Cassidy, a hotheaded gunslinger, sets his sights on wooing her. But when a Texas Ranger arrives in Dodge City to extradite Cass for a crime of passion, Sadie must use all her wits and wiles to lure the law from her man’s trail. And that means risking everything—including Cass’s love. (Shady Lady is the novella prequel to Devil in Texas (Book One in the series, Lady Law & the Gunslinger.)
Excerpt from Shady Lady
Published in Pistols and Petticoats
When Cass leaned closer, cupping her chin, his fingertips pulsed with masculine strength. They were callused, but they felt warm and gentle on her skin. “You think I’m all talk and no action, eh?”
“Well, you have been surprisingly slow to claim your prize.” Sadie arched an eyebrow, daring him to take her on.
A dimple creased his cheek. His smirk was wholly masculine and shamelessly confident in his primal allure. The proof of that animal magnetism sent a shock wave through her core. A delicious little thrill coursed her spine to know that Cass was every bit the Coyote that she’d first thought him to be.
Still, he reined in his baser self, letting her mouth water for his kisses. He drank her in with those mesmerizing eyes, eyes that glowed with so many mingled shades of heaven that it was impossible to discern where one stopped and the next began: turquoise, azure, cyan, midnight-blue, black-velvet.
She searched those lambent depths for the untold tales of daily living that had shaped the man. Considering how he’d been on the run for nine years, she figured that he must have exhumed a long-dormant innocence for her sake. She supposed she should be flattered that her childhood sweetheart had risen above a renegade’s habitual cynicism and distrust to treat her with sensitivity and respect.
The problem was, she didn’t know how to behave in the face of so much chivalry. She’d never had a knight in shining armor come to her bed before.
“So… ” She cleared her throat, searching for a bridge so the noble knight could ride into her sordid world. “How did you get dubbed the Rebel Rutter?”
“Whipped cream? Feathers? Fur?”
She cocked her head. “Lasso and bandanna?”
He darted a less-than-noble glance at the garters spanning her exposed thighs. “That could be fun.”
Her belly heated at the wicked promise throbbing just beneath the surface of his drawl. “Show me.”
“Tonight, I’m being a gentleman.”
“Lucky me. Sounds like I’ll be getting plenty of sleep.”
She shrieked when he pounced, bowling her back into the pillows.
“You’re a saucy wench,” he growled.
“You like saucy.”
He chuckled, the sound low and deep, vibrating into her belly through the heat of his buckle. “Saucy’s better than spoiled.”
“Or virginal,” she dead-panned.
He flashed that wily, Coyote grin. “Oh, I don’t know. Teaching has its merits.”
She smirked, sliding a bold hand over his derriere. “Depends on the student.”
“I’ll consider that a compliment.”
“You do that,” she said huskily, kneading his buttocks with catlike finesse. “So tell me, lover. Whose turn is it to play teacher? Yours or mine?”
“Definitely mine,” he growled, slanting his mouth across hers.
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