Angel in the Rain
(Winner of the OVRWA Enchanted Quill)
After two years of finishing school, Angel Clayton is determined to redeem
herself and become a lady like the mother she never knew. But her wild Texas
legacy returns to haunt her when she finds herself the unwilling pawn in a
battle of wills between her father's enemy and a sexy pistolero whose reputation
makes hers look positively angelic.
Rane Mantorres is a gunfighter with a
big reputation and an even bigger score to settle. When he learns his enemy
plans to kidnap a wealthy rancher's daughter, he foils the plot and kidnaps her
himself. Now he must dare far more than he bargained as he's caught between his
thirst for justice and a burning desire for his spirited hostage. Will he risk
all--his revenge, even his life--for one night of unforgettable passion with an
angel in the rain.
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West Texas – Spring, 1880
The moment she
stepped from the stagecoach, cold chills skittered over Evangeline’s skin. She
saw nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing that should have made her uneasy in
the least. So, why did she feel as though someone had just stepped on her
The Agave Flats
relay station looked much the same as a dozen others she’d seen since leaving
the train three days ago—a crude blend of rough-hewn wood and adobe, flanked by
knotty-poled corrals, standing in the middle of an empty landscape.
minutes, ma’am, if you want to stretch your legs,” the stage driver called.
She forced an
answering smile. If she “stretched her legs” much more, she wouldn’t be able to
fit them inside the coach. With each interminable stop, she found it harder to
tamp down a growing feeling of unease. She needed to be home.
attendant led away the horses, amid a swirl of dust. Evangeline looked down and
slapped at the grit clinging to her fine, fawn wool traveling suit. Aunt Nelda
would have a conniption if she could see her standing there without gloves or
even a parasol to protect her ladylike pallor from the harsh southwestern sun.
She heaved a breath and turned her back to the warm, grit-laden wind.
That’s when she
jolted when she spotted the dark figure nearly blending into the shadows of the
relay station. The man stood with a shoulder braced against the outside wall,
his thumbs hooked on the edge of a low-slung cartridge belt. One booted ankle
anchored over the other. His relaxed pose stretched dark trousers taut over a
long, muscled thigh. The black hat riding low on his forehead hid all but his
chin and sardonically quirked mouth. His very posture exuded arrogance and
something more. Something so darkly compelling it bordered sinister.
She knew he was
staring at her. Right through her, in fact. Though the hat brim concealed his
eyes, his gaze raked her with the impact of a physical touch.
Being stared at
by men was nothing new to Evangeline Clayton. A woman traveling alone was a
magnet for every roué along the pike, and she’d received her share of
suggestive winks and leers during the train ride west.
man’s veiled inspection affected her more, probed deeper, as if he knew her
very thoughts. She sensed a coiled energy behind his indifference, like a cat
poised to pounce. And she had an eerie feeling that she was his prey.
voice tugged at her. With reluctance, she turned her back on the enigmatic
“Just wanted to
tell you, there’s coffee inside, if you want to step in out of the wind while
we change the horses.”
“Thank you, Mr.
Stewart. I just might do that.”
watched the driver walk away and worried the inside of her bottom lip between
her teeth. Tiny tingles continued to chase up and down her back.
sensation vanished. She turned, knowing she would find the man in the shadows