SHE WAS NO LADY... Pistol-packing Pinkerton agent Willow Hastings always got her man. Until handsome, arrogant railroad security chief Brandt Donovan "gallantly" interfered in an arrest, costing Willow a collar and jeopardizing her job. And now she was supposed to collaborate with the dashing, distracting bachelor to catch a killer? Never! Brandt might be six plus feet of muscular, mouthwatering masculinity...

BUT HE WAS NO GENTLEMAN Brandt was shocked yet intrigued by this curvy, contrary, weapon-wielding brunette he found posing as a singer in a cowtown bordello. Willow's sultry voice, silken skin, and subtle scent of roses made him ache to savor her between the sheets. But to go undercover with the perplexing Pinkerton? Chastely pose as man and wife to entrap a killer? Such unthinkable celibacy could drive a bachelor to madness. Or to--shudder!--matrimony...