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When dime novelist Maggie Rutherford interviews cowboy Ben Morgan for her next book, she falls fast . . . and then learns he's actually a gambler with a gunslinger hot on his trail. Will Ben run from his growing attraction to Maggie and an outlaw's promise of death-or will he make a stand for his life-and love?
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COMING fall 2014: A Bit of Heaven on Earth, a medieval historical romance set during the Hundred Years' War.
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An Excerpt From Written in the Cards:
"I believe I have quite a number of facts, Ben. I can't thank you enough for allowing me to interview you."
Maggie pulled money from her reticule and stood, ready to pass it along to the cowboy.
"Thank you for your valuable time. This should be more than enough to pay for your room."
Ben rose and waved it away. "The whiskey and company are thanks enough." He corked the bottle and picked it up. "I think I'll take this with me if you don't mind."
"Not at all."
They stood close in the nook, facing each other. Maggie remembered how much she wanted to kiss this man earlier. She'd almost forgotten, losing herself in his stories.
Looking at him now, her lips ached. Her pulse began to race as she stared into his mesmerizing eyes. She was near enough to smell the soap on his skin and the clean cotton of his brand-new shirt. She decided to take a wild chance. She'd never see him again. Why not?
Before she acted on the impulse, he leaned down and pulled her into his arms. His lips grazed hers, softly at first, then they demanded more. She started to ask what was going on, and his tongue thrust into her mouth. It began stroking hers, dancing along the roof of her mouth, running along magically, sending chills through her.
She grabbed his shirtfront to steady herself. Her stomach tossed about as wildly as her beating heart. His grasp on her tightened, and she melted into his hard, muscled chest. She lost all sense of time.
Then he pulled away from her slightly, their lips almost touching. "Thank you, Miss Rutherford," he whispered. He kissed her again, swift and hard, tipped his hat, and was gone.
She fell back into the chair. She brought her fingers to her pulsating lips. She still tasted his whiskey and something that was simply the essence of Ben Morgan.
She smiled. She definitely needed to do more research on kissing. And she wanted to investigate the possibilities with him.