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encased legs, that seemed miles and miles long, wrapped tightly around his waist, clenching her to him.
Those dewy, painted lips, even though set firm and unsmiling now, held promises of deep kisses that would
run the length of a man s body over and over again. Yep, he was going to hell.
Quickly and with style, she turned on the stiletto heel and made her way, with her partner, back to
where the whole thing had started. The lights dimmed once more, a cheer resounded and yells for more
filled the area.
The only thing Nick heard was the sound of his own heartbeat and the rush of his blood from his jeans
back to his head where it belonged. It took a minute. Hayden s words finally busted their way through
Nick s frantic thoughts and he turned in his seat.
Tell me that was not who I think it was. Tell me this is all some fucked up nightmare and we both are
going to wake up any minute. Tell me. Lie to me if you have to. I can take it. Watching Hayden down the
contents of the three beer bottles on the table made Nick s throat drier than it already was. He swallowed a
few times and then made the decision to tell his brother, You re right about one thing.
What s that? Hayden asked as he wiped his arm across his mouth.
We re in a fucking nightmare.
No shit. Hayden chuckled a bit but there was nothing funny about the situation. Nick knew that the
wry laugh was Hayden s way of showing that he was nervous, and he had good reason to be. What are we
gonna do now?
Nick shook his head. He didn t know what to do. She d seen them. They d seen her. There was no
changing that.
It was her, right? I mean, Hayden pulled his seat closer to his brother s and rested his arms on his
thighs, whispering, as if anyone could hear him, my brain didn t just make that up, did it?
No, that was her all right. Every last inch of her. Shit, he thought. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!
Well shit! Hayden said, throwing his hands over his head in frustration and what looked like defeat.
My thoughts exactly.
Willa? Hayden inquired.
Willa. Nodding his head and studying the table top, Nick Kiel gave his brother the one
conformation in the world he did not want.
Willa. As her name passed his lips, Hayden let his head drop to the table with a resounding thud.
Nick glanced at him and felt the need to do the same. Who knew? Who knew that a simple, harmless night
of beer, half-naked women and good-natured fun could turn into hell on Earth? It was just their luck.
Nick rolled his eyes toward the ceiling, rolled them back to his brother, who still had not lifted his
head and then rolled them back into his head and closed his eyes.
I should have stayed at home, Nick chanted silently to himself over and over again. But he hadn t, and
now he was screwed like nobody s business.
A cool man, a fiery woman, a love destined to ignite.
Zeke
© 2008 Beth Williamson
Devils on Horseback, Book 3
Intense, reserved and known for his strategic thinking, Zeke Blackwood has struggled to find his place
in the post-war world. After the violent death of the first woman to capture his heart, Zeke retreats into a
whisky bottle until he s handed the position of town sheriff.
Zeke sobers up and tries his damnedest to be the best lawman he can be. He hadn t counted on the
tempting new saloon girl to jeopardize his cold, unhappy existence.
Naomi Tucker is a survivor, a woman who made it through the war on her own wit and strength. She
hoped moving to Tanger, Texas would bring her the peace and stability she yearns to find. Instead she runs
head-on into a cool-eyed sheriff who welcomes her to his bed, only to push her away.
The wildness of the West is far from tamed. It threatens the town s efforts to rebuild, Zeke s bond
with the Devils and his fragile relationship with Naomi. As Zeke s hold on sobriety slips, he and Naomi
must choose between settling for half a life apart, or embracing all they could be. Together.
Warning: This title contains a stubborn hero, a heroine who does what she must to survive, laughter,
tears and sweet, hot sex.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Zeke:
Zeke sat on the edge of the bed and held his face in his hands. A dull throb in his head was joined by
an ache in his ribs. Those boys had lit into him good. Normally he d be able to hold his own against two
men, but with the small space in the cell, he d had no room to maneuver. Bastards.
He was more angry than anything and fully intended on charging them with assault. A judge came
into town every month, should be easy enough to request he come sooner.
He stretched, wincing as a sharp pain gripped his back. With a groan, he lay on the bed and closed his
eyes. Doc Barham had given him a little bottle of laudanum, but Zeke hated to take it since it made him
lose control. With his behavior of late, losing control had become a problem. It certainly got him in trouble
with the two drunks.
When a small knock sounded at the door, Zeke clenched his jaw.
What? he snapped, unwilling to talk to Lee about what happened.
Zeke?
Naomi s quiet voice made him sit up too fast. He gasped against the rush of blood through his head.
She must ve heard him because she opened the door and peeked in.
Zeke?
Yeah, I m here. Zeke didn t want to admit to himself how glad he was to see her. The petite woman
had gotten under his skin in the last two weeks, to the point her very presence actually made him feel
better. Damn, he was supposed to be avoiding saloon women, not consorting with them every chance he
got.
Can I come in?
She shouldn t be alone with him in his bedroom though, no matter if she worked at the saloon or not.
He was the sheriff and no doubt the old cronies on the town council would fire him if they knew. Zeke was
well aware of all of it, yet it didn t stop him from inviting her in.
Please.
Not only had he thrown caution under her little feet, but he d said please too. Zeke knew then his
plan to keep his distance from Naomi had failed miserably, and he started to shake. The urge to sling back a
shot of whiskey roared through him.
I met Gideon and he told me what happened. I was, well, I was worried. Her confession dropped
into the silence of the room.
Zeke, for the first time in his life, was overwhelmed by a woman. The sincerity of her tone and the
fact she d been worried about him made his throat close. Soft comfort and words from women hadn t been
prevalent in his life. His mother had been weak and dependent on his father, then him, for everything.
Naomi had taken a lifetime s worth of experience and reduced it to dust.
She stepped into the room and closed the door, her rose scent washing over him. He clenched his teeth
and swallowed, trying to dislodge the words stuck there.
Are you okay?
He sucked in a shaky breath and swung his legs around the side of the bed, then patted the spot next to
him. His thirst, pain, embarrassment and discomfort forgotten, he could only see her. In the moonlight, she
looked ethereal, like an angel come to visit him. It seemed the preacher had been right in his description of
her.
Naomi sat down gently, almost as if she was afraid, and peered at him in the dim light. Zeke, I
He put his hand against her lips, their softness making his fingers tremble. You shouldn t be here
alone with me.
She smiled beneath his hand. I want to be.
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