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Having survived the Oregon Trail, Emma Palmer is ready for a fresh start, even if it costs her all the gold in California. Emma Palmer has had many jobs and has gone by even more names, but most recently she is known as Seline, madam of her own establishment. Her place is clean, her booze is cheap and her bedrooms are fancy. But when a would-be patron won't take no for an answer, she is forced to don a new disguise and flee for her life. While the schemes she cooks up might seem outrageous to an outsider, they haven't failed her yet. Tom Slater is a taciturn cattleman at the tail end of a long, hard season on the trail. He's looking forward to a quiet winter at his old family homestead in Mexico. What he doesn't plan on is escorting a group of women on the run to safety south of the border. Tom doesn't need to be a trailsman to know that the woman with the sly, green eyes-the one he can't keep out of his thoughts-will only lead to trouble.
An unwilling legend and the woman who made him into one finally meet in a sizzling encounter. Nathaniel has many names. They call him Deathrider, White Wolf, the Plague of the West. He’s the ice-eyed killer of the plains; the ghost of the trail; the restless spirit who haunts the frontier from California to Missouri, leaving a trail of bodies in his wake. They say he moves silently through the night and changes form to run with the wolves. Or so the rumors go.… Ava Archer wouldn’t know. She’s never seen him. But that doesn’t stop her from writing about him. After more than a dozen dime novels about the Plague of the West, she thinks she probably knows him better than he knows himself—even if she wouldn’t recognize him on the street. Nathaniel is ready to put the rumors about him to bed by confronting A. A. Archer. But he never could have predicted that she wouldn’t be at all what he expected, but rather a sexy redheaded woman with sloe-dark eyes who could slay a man at fifty paces. And she’s not looking to play fair.
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