Arizona Heat
SHE STOLE HIS HORSE
When Kent Ashford's stallion was stolen by a scrawny young ruffian, he grabbed the nearest horse he could find and took off after the brat. He had no idea--until he caught her--that the thief was a woman, and an uncommon beauty, at that. Which didn't mean that Kent relished being charged with horsetheft and thrown into a Tucson jail cell with the green-eyed hellion. But as long as they were confined together, he wouldn't pass up the chance to caress her surprisingly soft, silken flesh, run his fingers through her mane of sable-colored hair, and stifle all protest with a lingering kiss that would warm her right down to the tips of her scuffed cowboy boots...

HE STOLE HER HEART
Charly McAllister didn't need Kent's protection and certainly didn't want his passion, but she just couldn't seem to shake the tall, hard-muscled and dangerously handsome Northerner off her trail. She knew Kent would leave her when a better opportunity came along, especially since Charly was nowhere near the sort of "lady" that a smooth-talking city fella like Kent Ashford would marry. But when he held her close, she felt more like a woman than she ever had before. It was high time she stopped denying the delicious stirrings that his tender touch aroused. Just for one night, she ached to surrender to the haunting sweetness of his lovemaking, and answer it with the heat of her own newfound desires!