Western Seducer

Fiery, independent Melissa Randall was no mild-mannered, genteel Southern b elle. After leaving luxurious plantation living behind, she was eager to experience the dangerous Missouri frontier. And she was certainly perpared to take on the arrogant Reid Forrester. She wanted the rugged frontiersman and his catlike walk, his broad shoulders, and lean, hard body. And when he looked at her with those golden eyes, she knew that once she kissed him and held him in her arms, she would belong to him forever.

Southern Siren

From the moment Red Forrester saw the raven-haired beauty standing on the steamboat's deck, staring at him with her seductive turquoise eyes, he knew the kind of woman she was. A flirt and a tease with a luscious body that promised unimaginable delights. Wel, he was no man to play games with, and no gentleman she could lead around by the nose. If the little piece of baggage wanted to play games, then he'd show her he was playing for keeps. He'd take what she so boldy offered, inflame her, leaving her begging him to make her his Captive Love.