Gunfighter's Bride — Dallas Schulze

THE SUNLIGHT SPILLED INTO THE CHURCH BEHIND HIM CREATING A BRILLIANT GOLD PATH UP THE AISLE, A PATH HE STRODE LIKE AN AVENGING ANGEL DESCENDING FROM HEAVEN ABOVE....

Lila Adams stood before the minister, a vision shrouded in a veil of white lace, a bride, about to pledge her troth to a man she didn't love. Then he, the devil in dusty clothes, marched into her wedding and burned all the bridges she'd so carefully crossed. "You want to know who I am?" he asked, in a voice as cool and hard as his eyes. "I'm the father of the child she's carrying."

It was too late to turn back. Suddenly Bishop McKenzie was her husband: the tall, terse Westerner who seized her at the altar with righteous wrath. She tried to deny shameful memories of abandon in his arms, even as she refused to let him leave her--or touch her--again. But she hadn't reckoned on the stranger she married, or the passions that had already betrayed her in his dangerous, seductive arms....