The Bounty

May 1, 2017

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Book 1

A fierce bounty hunter. An outlaw on the run. A love that transcends it all.

After three years on the run, the notorious bounty hunter Tyler Calhoun catches up with the elusive lady outlaw, Nicky Malloy. The intensity of their dislike for each other is only matched by the burgeoning passion they can't control.

A loner by nature, a cold hard hunter by choice, Tyler fights his feelings for his prisoner the only way he knows how -- by ignoring them. He's not prepared for the depth of his feelings, or how hard it will be to hold her prisoner--so close and so far away. Pursued and hunted themselves, Nicky and Tyler are forced to turn to each other for aid, trust, and comfort as their journey progresses to an inevitable end.

Caught in a murky world of lies, they hold on to each other as they travel to Wyoming to confront the man that brought them together. Tyler has to decide if his love for Nicky is worth more than the bounty he was sent to find.


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"…rich with heart, excitement, social issues, passionate sex, and a wonderful hero and heroine—a delight." — 4 1/2 Stars, Romantic Times Book Reviews

"THE BOUNTY was an exceptional story that made me smile and shed a couple of tears, and earned itself a top spot on my list of books to revisit over and over and over again." — 5 Angels and a Recommended Read, Fallen Angels Reviews


Nicky’s arm bumped the brim of her hat, knocking it off and letting her curls loose like a small explosion of hair. They tumbled down, brushing Tyler’s face.

Nicky caught her breath at the desire she saw flame in Tyler’s eyes. His hands felt like branding irons on her sides. Ever so slowly, her feet touched the ground. Her breathing quickened as they stood between the horses, his hands still on her waist.

Kiss me.

It seemed like a moment frozen in time, as if they existed outside here and now. Nicky licked her lips as she searched Tyler’s eyes. For what, she didn’t know. She could smell his scent exuding from him like a beckoning knell. She breathed deeply, inhaling Tyler into her body. She raised her hand to his face. When her fingertips made contact with his cheek, he didn’t jerk away. He closed his eyes. Nicky would swear she felt him shudder.

She didn’t dare take a breath. The moment was as fragile as a butterfly’s wing.

Kiss me.

In answer to her silent plea, Tyler’s eyes opened and he pulled her to him hard as his mouth descended on her parted lips. His body was long and muscled but curved into hers like a key in a lock. Nicky expected his lips to be as hard as the rest of him, but they were soft and demanding. His mustache tickled her cheeks, sending delightful shivers down her back. His tongue was tracing the outline of her lips.

So sweet, so sensual. God, it was like heaven.

Her heart was hammering against her ribcage so loudly she was sure Tyler must hear it. Uttering a small moan, she opened her mouth to his slick tongue and pressed herself against him fully, her hands probing his muscled chest. This is what she wanted, what she craved, what she needed.

Tyler released a primitive, animal-like noise deep in his throat as his hands roamed up and down her back. One hand settled on her behind, squeezing gently. The other anchored itself in her hair. His tongue delved into the dark recesses of her mouth where no man had ever been.

Nicky’s head was spinning as she kissed him with every fiber of her being. Every nerve ending jangled, every inch of skin sang. Her breasts felt constrained in her chambray shirt. Her jeans felt too tight as an incredible ache between her legs intensified with the kiss. The rawness of her reaction was frightening.

Nicky clung to Tyler for dear life as a near maelstrom swirled inside her. Never, never had she felt anything like this for a man.

And oh, sweet Jesus, she wanted more. Her hands clutched at his shirt pulling him closer. The ridge of his arousal pressed into her mons and she clenched deep inside. She let her body take over and just feel.

“Free my hands, Calhoun,” she said against his lips.

He dragged his lips from hers and stepped back, getting as far from her as possible. The chain from the shackles bound them together as the two regarded each other. Both were breathing raggedly. Nicky’s cheeks were hot, and her lips felt puffy.

Tyler wiped the moisture from his lips with the back of his hand. Nicky’s heart hiccupped at his obvious disgust.

“You should keep your hands to yourself, Malloy. Don’t try escaping by using that tempting body of yours,” he said, his voice raw.