Wild Sweet Ecstasy — J. Goodman

SHE COULDN'T IGNORE HIM

The gang of train robbers swore they could smell a reporter a mile away. Maybe it was her perfume that saved Mary Michael Dennehy from the brutal fate of her newspaper colleagues on the train to Colorado. Instead of being killed, she was kidnapped by the one named Ethan Stone -- a man whose lazy, derisive smile was distinctly unsettling, and oddly familiar. He didn't seem to think much of her stubborn defiance, her disgust for his crimes, or her pathetic attempts to escape. She only wished she could be as indifferent to his potent masculinity, and the way his lips slanted over hers, drawing a response from deep within her that was at once wild and sweet...

HE COULDN'T FORGET HER

Ethan recognized her instantly. The last time he'd seen her, her hair had been a nest for pencils and the tip of her nose had propped up gold-rimmed spectacles. Something about her had made him wonder what such a modern city woman -- a reporter for Christ sake -- would be like in bed. He'd never forgotten her, and wasn't about to let her open that fascinating mouth of hers now and get herself killed -- and him along with her, if she recognized him as the undercover detective he was. Without the pencils and spectacles, she was damned alluring. It would be his pleasure to indulge his secret fantasies and distract that razor-sharp brain of hers with a slow and subtle onslaught of WILD SWEET ECSTASY