Craving a cowboy on these hot summer nights? Here are four stories that are sure to turn up the heat! If you love tall, dark, and handsome cowboys with a touch of danger thrown in, and the ladies that show them they've met their match, Cowboy Cravings is a must-have. Fast guns, smooth action, and hot love sizzle in one delicious recipe for these spicy stories. The summer has never been hotter in the Old West than it is when you have to satisfy those COWBOY CRAVINGS!


Revenge sets Nick Diamond after a bride, and nothing will stand in his way. But when that bride happens to be outspoken firebrand Liberty Blankenship, all bets are off. Anything can happen when Hearts and Diamonds collide!


A stubborn rancher, a Spanish beauty…and the Texas summer heats up.


Lily Kingston has long loved Mesquite Joe Riordan. Facing the truth of his past will test her resolve, but only her stubbornness can win his heart.

MAKING PEACE—Kathleen Rice Adams

A confederate soldier. A Jayhawker’s widow. An accidental passion that could mend the wounds of war.


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Through the night Lily watched Joe, a knot firmly wrenched in her insides. What if he dies? No, no, no. Please hang on, Joe. Please. Gently rolling him from side to side, she placed a blanket beneath him and wiped the sweat from his brow, pushing his brown-blond hair back with her fingers, letting her hand linger for a moment. She did a preliminary cleaning of his wound, but nothing further could be done until daylight.


She stayed beside him, watching and worrying, holding his hand. It was a touch they’d never engaged in, their friendship in waking life remaining behind a boundary neither of them had crossed. Lily had wanted to step past that line many times; but deep down, she simply wasn’t certain that he felt the same. And then, her papa had insisted she marry Rusty. If there had ever been a time for Joe to step forward, it was then. But he hadn’t. And for a long while, Lily had refused to forgive him for it; so she’d remained betrothed to a man she didn’t love, convincing herself again and again that it was for the best.


Even as Joe lay unconscious on the ground, he still exuded the strong and clear presence that she had come to know in him. And she quietly wept, wondering how in God’s name she could live without him in this world, even if she wasn’t the woman to walk beside him.


When the sun rose, she cut a portion of his trousers aside and set to work cleaning the gunshot wound, then removing the bullet. Thankfully, he remained asleep, and thankfully, she had some skill with such things, having worked with the horses, cattle, goats, and dogs on the ranch, ministering to their ills and setting bones. She had Elan, an old Apache her papa had taken in, to thank for her education.


The following day and night she stayed close, waiting for the fever and delirium to break. That evening he awoke.


Relief blanketed her, along with anticipation. She scooted close to him.




He opened his eyes, trying to focus on her but his confusion was clear.


“Lily? You’re…still here?”


“I came to help you.”


The flash of anger he directed at her took her by surprise. Her fingers halted mid-air; she’d been reaching for his arm as she spoke, wanting to touch him just as she had all these past hours. Slowly, she lowered her hand to her lap, and swallowed against the flush of humiliation that heated her cheeks. Deep down, she’d been certain he’d be happy to see her. Now, she wondered if she should’ve come. But if she hadn’t, he’d likely be in worse shape, his wound festering and no one to care for him.


“What happened?” he asked, his deep voice worn-down and hoarse. “I don’t remember…”


“You were shot,” she replied, trying not to feel angry herself. “I’ve been here with you, taking care—”


He tried to sit up. Now she did make contact, pushing him back down, his broad shoulders still formidable in his weakened state. “Not yet,” she said quietly. “You need to rest.”


“I can’t stay here. And neither can you. How long have I been out?”


“A day and a night.”


“Shit.” He moved upright again.


“No, Joe. You’re not going anywhere. We’re safe here. No one knows about your hideaway.”


Copyright © 2014 Kristy McCaffrey