Hot Night at the Blue Bug Saloon Her friends call her the Intimidator and there is no doubt the fellas in tiny Wayback, Texas think she is a mite intimidating with her outrageous curves and sassy personality. Isn’t there one single sexy cowboy who has the guts to take her on? Sexy as sin cowboy Nash Logan isn’t afraid of anything. Eight seconds on a crazy-mad bull? No problem. Taming a bucking bronco? A snap. When sultry, sassy Gina Ballew saunters up to him one night at the Blue Bug Saloon, he knows its going to take a hell of an easy hand to tame this sweet Texas Lady. One look and he’s a goner. It’s going to be a Hot Night at the Blue Bug Saloon and Nash has nothing to lose-but his heart. Now Available from Wild Rose Press

An Excerpt from the Book

Holy cow! He looked even better up close.

He had Jack Daniels eyes. Whiskey colored, hot, and aged to perfection. A man, not a boy. Dark lashes framed those penetrating eyes and Gina felt her breath catch in her throat. He had a tiny bump on the bridge of his great looking nose. Probably broke it when he was thrown from the back of a mean bull named Intimidator. She wanted to reach out and run her finger over that attractive bump. In an attempt to hide the quick flash of desire, she faked an air of bravado. “Good to see chivalry isn’t dead, cowboy.”

“Not where I come from.” He lifted a hand and one of the bartenders sidled up. “A drink for the lady.”

Gina placed her order and moved closer to the bar. “Thanks. So where you from?”

He shrugged as he paid the bartender for her drink. “South of here but I move around a lot.”

“Guess you’re in town for the rodeo. Are you entered?”

“Yep.”

“Man of few words, too.”

A smile twitched at those scrumptious lips. “Usually.” She noted the brackets around the sides of his mouth, the faint laugh lines at the corners of his eyes. He lived in the sun and he either scowled fiercely or smiled frequently. Hard to tell which.

Fierce, she decided. He was a fierce man but capable of laughter. The most appealing man she’d ever met.

Gina went silent as his scent stole her tongue. Man, he smelled good. Subtle with just a hint of something clean and citrus. Tart enough to make her mouth water. She took a sip of her beer to hide her reaction.

One dance, she vowed. Only one. This temporary man was dangerous to her state of mind. Why had she listened to Lyssa and given in to temptation this way? She swallowed and forced herself to meet his penetrating gaze.

“This your first time here? Wayback’s pretty small. I’d remember you.”

“Yeah. Nash Logan.”

“Gina Ballew. Welcome to Wayback.”

Mustering her courage, she tilted her chin and held out a hand to two-hundred pounds of trouble.

Available November 28, 2007 from