Best-selling author Heidi Betts is known as a versatile author, who writes what she loves…and makes readers fall in love all over again. Whether she's writing contemporary romance, paranormal, or historical, Heidi Betts never disappoints.
Clayton Walker had been sent to Purgatory…but it felt more like hell. Assigned to solve a string of minor burglaries, the rugged Texas Ranger thought catching the crook would be a walk in the park. Instead he found himself chasing a black-masked bandit with enticing hips and a penchant for helping everyone but herself. And Clay swore he would see justice done, even if he had to shackle the beauty to him for the rest of his life. With quick fingers and a lithe body, Regan Doyle’s nocturnal activities knew no boundaries; decked out in black, the young widow made sure the rich "donated" to the local orphanage - whether they wanted to or not. And the fiery redhead wasn’t about to let a lawman get in her way - even if his broad shoulders and piercing gray eyes were as arresting as the badge pinned to his chest. But caught in a compromising position - one that revealed far more than her colorful undergarments - Regan recognized that the jig was up … for Clay had stolen her heart.
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"You could tell them all to go to hell," Clay suggested.
Regan gasped, her mouth falling open in astonishment. "I could never to that."
He took a step toward her, dipping his head a fraction and fixing her with a determined glare. "Sure you could. You just say, 'Go to hell.' Try it."
An appalled puff of air escaped her lungs. "I couldn't."
With her back to the barn wall, Clay took the opportunity to move closer, laying his hands flat against the rough planks on either side of her head.
"What are you doing?" she rasped.
"Maybe you just need the proper motivation," he told her, slanting his head to one side and studying her mouth. "I'm thinking about kissing you, Regan Doyle. And if you don't want that, then you're going to have to tell me, plain and simple, to go to hell."
Her eyes widened and she kept her gaze locked on his lips as they descended toward her own. He stopped a hairbreadth from her mouth, giving her one last chance to deter him.
Her fingers curled into his shirt. Her breathing was shallow.
"Too late," he murmured as he captured her lips with his own.