Lips That Touch Mine — Wendy Lindstrom

Temper, Temper

With Claire Ashier's last guest went the last thread of her patience. The noise from the saloon across the street was driving off her boardinghouse patrons, and that would land her in the poorhouse. Desperate to shut down the den of vice, she threatened Boyd Grayson with her revolver, then led a band of temperance ladies against the handsome charmer.

But her foe, the owner of the rum hole known as the Pemberton Inn, was one of Fredonia, New York's leading men. He was brother of the sheriff, and a respected businessman. To Claire he was a seducer and libertine, which he proved immediately with one honey-brown glance. Boyd Grayson might have the most kissable mouth she'd ever seen and eyes that encouraged her to trust him, but Claire knew firsthand that men who imbibed alcohol were dangerous. Like in the song, she'd sworn that "Lips that Touch Whiskey Must Never Touch Mine." She would never let Boyd kiss her because, deep in her heart, she feared he promised something more intoxicating and dangerous than alcohol. She had only to resist that first taste....