Find your very own cowboy to keep warm these long, wintry nights as you cozy up with six sweeping, epic tales of heroism, passion, family and celebration from bestselling authors Leigh Greenwood, Rosanne Bittner, Linda Broday, Margaret Brownley, Anna Schmidt, and Amy Sandas.Fall in Love with ChristmasWhether it's a widower finding an unexpected new start, a former outlaw and his new wife welcoming their very own Christmas miracle, a long-lost lover returning just in time for a special holiday celebration, a second chance at love between two warring hearts given peace at last, an unlikely pair working together to bring joy to a small Texas town, or a cowboy and his dark-eyed beauty snowed in one unforgettable wintry eve...every Christmas with a cowboy is filled with light, laughter, and a forever kind of love.What People Are Saying:"Greenwood is a master at westerns." —RT Book Reviews for Leigh Greenwood"An emotional...

NIGHT RIDERS They were a crack team of Confederate raiders, striking behind enemy lines under cover of darkness, operating with one mind, one heart. Until one of their number betrayed them all. In the aftermath of tragedy, they swore they would lire to hunt down the traitor. But to each, life would bring first a woman and then a revelation: Far sweeter than revenge is love. OWEN He was the good-looking one, the one who'd always counted on his charm to get by. But the war had changed them all, leaving Owen painfully aware that looks could kill as surely as bullets. On the trail of the traitor, he no longer prided himself on his ability to break hearts, especially when the heart belonged to a girl as plain-featured and plain-spoken as Hetta Gwynne. Hetta made it clear she had no interest in winning a man, only in winning back her ranch. But after tasting her surprisingly heated kisses, Owen realized it was his own heart that was in danger of breaking unless he could change her mind.

A GOOD MAN... Holt Price had come to Galveston in search of the woman he loved. After the pain, the heartbreak, the terrible devastation of war, he was ready to settle down with the green-eyed beauty he'd pledged to marry. Instead, he found himself gazing into a pair of vulnerable brown eyes that made him long to heal the hurt inside, to bury himself in the softness of a girl who was not his to take. IS HARD TO FIND Her mother had always told her she was born to be cherished. But first battles, then duty, then poverty had stolen her chances of happiness. At 26, she was beginning to wonder if she would have to settle for the next man who came along, or reconcile herself to living alone. So how could she turn away from the lover she'd been waiting for all her life? At last, after so many Mr. Wrongs, here was a husband she could honor, the other half of herself, the man she was born to love.eBook release Jun-2012

Bret's job is to bring Emily to Boston so she can hand over leadership of her family's shipping company, but he never expected to fall in love with the rebellious beauty along the way.

Fern Sproull, a young, opinionated ruffian,is determined Hen Randolph will hang for killing her cousin. She's equally determined that a fancy lawyer named Madison Randolph isn't going to get his brother off. Fern has spent the last eight years outriding, and out cussing every man in her path, and she's not about to let the man who murdered her cousin get off just because he's a Texas Randolph.

This first title in Greenwood's new series introduces the Night Riders, a team of Confederate raiders betrayed by one of their own. Cade, the Night Riders' captain, leads the team's survivors to his home ranch in Texas where dark-eyed temptress Pilar waits for him. War had changed them all, and Cade will allow nothing to come between them--not even Pilar's turncoat brother.During the bitter War Between the States, the Night Riders were an elite Confederate unit known for daring raids behind enemy lines. Now that the war is over, Captain Cade Wheeler is coming home to his grandfather's Texas ranch. But what should be a happy homecoming has a bitter purpose, for Cade and his five surviving comrades have come only to hunt Leveau diViere, the traitor who'd betrayed them to the enemy. But fate has other plans for these bold soldiers, especially Cade. For when Cade reaches the ranch he finds Pilar, Leveau's sister, keeping house for his grandfather. Once, in the carefree years before the war, there had been tenderness between Cade and Pilar -- more than a suggestion that the wild young man and the proper young lady might someday fall in love. Now Leveau's treachery casts a shadow over that future, despite the raging passion between Cade and Pilar that will not be denied.

Two cowboys tame horses and find love on the wild frontier.

Monty Randolph plans to take a herd to Wyoming. He means to start a ranch to get out from under the irritating and watchful eye of his older brother. He's determined that nothing will stop him from succeeding, especially his neighbor, Iris Richmond, who wants him to take her own herd. The last thing he needs is a southern belle, steeped in flirting and vanity, on the filthy, exhausting trek.

From USA Today Bestselling Author Leigh Greenwood comes a historical Western romance filled with gritty cowboy heroes, strong-willed heroines, and a whole lot of heart in the Wild West.HE KNOWS SHE CAN NEVER BE HIS...Logan Holstock, oldest of three brothers orphaned on the Santa Fe Trail, has always been content knowing his brothers were alive and happy somewhere in the vast and brutal West—until he learns he may be dying. Certain he has little time left, Logan sets out to find them and end his days near a family he's never known...and stumbles across a strong yet vulnerable widow who makes him yearn for what can never be his.Logan knows he shouldn't love Sibyl Spencer—he couldn't bear leaving her a widow all over again. But as he finds himself drawn deeper into the lives of this small Western town, he can't escape the longing to find peace in her arms. When he discovers that his death sentence is anything but, Logan swears he will do...

SUMMARY:Although she has been promised to another man, Luke finds himself passionately drawn to Valeria, the beautiful and fiery young woman whom he has been hired to protect. Original.

First Comes Marriage...Alone in the world and struggling to make ends meet, Texas war widow Sarah Winborne will do anything to keep her two small children safe and her hard-won ranch from going under. She hasn't fought for so long to lose everything... and if that means marrying a stranger to protect her family's future, then so be it.She never expected anything but a business arrangement, but something about Benton Wheeler's broad shoulders and kind eyes awakens emotions she'd long since buried. He makes her feel beautiful. He makes her feel desired. He makes her feel like a woman again. And even though their marriage was never intended to be more than a matter of convenience, as Benton stands between her small family and the wild and dangerous West, Sarah may just realize that the cowboy she married is the love she never dreamed she would find..."Readers are guaranteed an emotional, rich, adventurous romance with strong heroes and courageous...

A quintessential romance of the Old West, complete with rustlers, land grabbers, frustrated lovers, and a hard-riding cowboy hero.

While Tyler Randolph is prospecting for gold he finds a woman wounded and left to die. He can't take her into Albuquerque so he takes her to his cabin. Daisy Singleton has no idea who tried to kill her. Awakening with a head wound in a strange man's cabin, she doesn't know whether to be afraid or angry. Together, they set out to unmask a killer and to discover their true feelings for each other.

Jefferson Randolph is angry at the world for the destruction of his family during the Civil War. Embittered and reclusive, he won't be happy until he marries a true Southern belle and rebuilds his family home. Violet Goodwin has come West to discover what happened to her uncle. When Jeff Randolph is quarantined with her for five days she wonders how she can be so attracted to a man she dislikes.

Erotica/Fantasy. 26722 words long.

"A breathtaking Western romance."—Romance Reviews on Texas PrideIn The Wrong Place...Roberta didn't mean to hurt anyone. But the night the masked bandits raided her ranch, it was hard to tell friend from foe. She didn't know Nate Dolan was only trying to help when she shot him in the chest. And when he offers to help her catch the culprits, she only feels guiltier. The absolute least she can do is nurse the rugged cowboy back to health...With All The Right MovesNate has been on the vengeance trail so long, he nearly forgot what a real home looked like. And Roberta is mighty fine incentive to stay put for a while — even if she has a stubborn streak as wide as the great state of Texas. She might be convinced she's healing the wound in his chest, but neither of them known she's also soothing the hurt in his heart. "Entertaining high-stakes adventure."—Booklist on Texas PrideReview"Readers will enjoy the battle of wits between these two stubborn protagonists. 4 Stars" - RT Book Reviews"Rip-roaring, fast-paced high adventure... a delicious romance. " - Historical Hilarity" Greenwood keeps your interest and makes you care about his characters. " - Long and Short ReviewsExcerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.Chapter OneRoberta Tryon wasn't sure what woke her. It wasn't a sound so much as a feeling there was a sound she ought to have heard. Yet the night was still, soundless-so quiet she could hear her father's snoring at the other end of the house. She attempted to go back to sleep. She turned on her left side, but it wasn't long before she shifted to her right. Instead of feeling sleepy, it made her more awake. She couldn't shake the nagging feeling something was wrong.In frustration, she got out of bed and looked out the window. The night was overcast with clouds hiding the crescent moon. She could barely make out the silhouette of the trees that grew alongside the creek that flowed through their farm, the creek that carried water the ranchers depended on. Some distance away-too far for the sound to carry-water tumbled over the dam her father had built. After the ranchers blew up the first one, her father retaliated by building an even bigger one.She hated the strain between ranchers and anyone who attempted to farm more than an acre of ground. The ranchers admired someone like Nate Dolan, a handsome young man rich enough to buy the largest ranch in the county, yet filled with such hatred he spent most of his time searching for the man he said was responsible for his brother's death. It was no secret that Nate intended to kill Laveau diViere if he could. Apparently he didn't care that meant he'd hang. Stupid. Idiotic. Typically Texan.But she didn't want to think about Nate Dolan, the dam, the farm, or the ranchers. She was tired and needed to sleep. She turned back and crawled into bed. She'd hardly adjusted the blankets when her father stuck his head through the doorway."There's somebody outside," he whispered.She threw back the covers and slid her feet into her slippers. "What are they doing?""I don't know, but I expect it's one of those fool ranchers nosing around to see what damage he can do. I'm going to put a stop to it. Stay here."She wanted to go with him, but she'd never used a rifle, shotgun, or pistol. And no Texan who called himself a man paid any attention to a woman."Don't light the lamp," her father warned when she followed him to the kitchen. "I don't want them to know I'm on to 'em."A premonition of danger gripped Roberta. "Don't go." A light flickering through the window warned of something else. "I think they've set fire to the barn."Muttering a string of curses, her father strapped on a holster carrying a single pistol. Then he grabbed his shotgun from the shelf and stuffed the pockets of his robe with shells. "I'll teach the sons of bitches to try to burn my barn," he swore.Deaf to all her pleas that he stay in the house, he disappeared through the doorway.She had never felt so helpless in her life. She had spent her first fourteen years in Virginia, where people didn't blow up dams or consider slinging on a gun an essential part of getting dressed. Shotguns in Virginia were used for birds and squirrels, rifles for deer and wild hogs. Horses pulled wagons. Cows were docile and milked twice a day. Men came home for supper rather than spend their evenings drinking and gambling. Women cooked and cared for their families. They didn't ride horses or use firearms. Even after five years in her new home, Texas was an alien universe.Two shots in quick succession changed the direction of her thoughts. She rushed to the window, but the cloud cover was so heavy she couldn't see her father or anyone else. After trying a second window without success, she ran to the door and wrenched it open.The blackness of night closed around her like a blanket thrown over her head. Shouts, occasional gunfire, and the grunts of horses came at her out of the murky shadows. Fear followed quickly on their heels. She heard her father calling the invaders cowards, bastards, scum of the earth. Blasts from his shotgun accompanied his insults. The bark of answering rifles was accompanied by curses that amazed Roberta by their variety and inventiveness.The fire blazed higher. She could see silhouettes of several hooded figures stoking the flames until they engulfed the whole side of the barn. Others rode their horses through her father's fields, destroying the crops. Her father barreled forward into this melee, a feeble force against so many. She called him to come back but had no expectation he could hear her, or that he would heed her if he did. He thrived on opposition. It didn't matter that he was badly outnumbered. That only made him more determined.Unable to stand around doing nothing, Roberta went inside and straight for the rifle her father had hung on pegs in the wall. She'd never handled a rifle before, but all she had to do was pull the trigger. Even a useless female could manage that.Yet after she'd returned to the doorway, she couldn't decide what to do. Even if she could overcome her natural repugnance at the thought of killing anyone, the men at the barn and in the fields were too far away. Shooting at them would mostly likely draw fire in her direction. Still, she couldn't go back in the house. She couldn't just watch, while everything her father had built during the last five years was destroyed.Deciding to stand alongside him, she headed toward the spot where he'd plunged into a potato field. She was only halfway there when she heard a howl of pain."You damned son of a bitch!" someone shouted. "You shot me."He sounded surprised. Surely he couldn't have thought her father would fire into the air in a futile attempt to scare him off. Not even a Texas cowboy could be that dumb!There was just enough light for her to see the man take a shot at her father. It missed. The rider cursed and fired another shot that missed."Get back doing what you're supposed to do."The raspy voice-clearly in the habit of giving commands-sounded vaguely familiar. Roberta looked around to see where it had come from, but it was too dark, there were too many people, and everyone was in constant motion. She turned back to find her father running toward the barn. A break in clouds allowed enough light for her to see that several hooded riders had trampled much of the field. She was tempted to shoot the first person she got close to.A lasso spun out of the darkness and settled over her father. A second lasso pinned his arms to his sides. Keeping her father immobile between them, the riders forced him to watch as they drove his livestock from the barn. Driven by their inherent fear of fire, the mules quickly disappeared into the night, but the pigs milled around senselessly, allowing the hooded figures to make a game of shooting at them. Fortunately, someone opened the gate to their pen, and the survivors of the massacre fled into the night. The squeals of the wounded animals formed a piteous backdrop to the attack. Despite her rage at the brutal shooting of helpless animals, Roberta was relieved when the last wounded pig was put out of its misery. Intent on further destruction, a rider pulled down the chicken coop, sending the squawking hens flapping into the darkness. Her father could do nothing but watch helplessly as five years of work was systematically devastated.A hooded rider who had watched until now rode up to one of the men holding a lasso. At a signal, both riders let their ropes go slack. At that moment, the late arrival drew his gun and shot her father in the chest. Then he calmly turned and rode away as her father staggered a few steps before slumping to the ground.For a moment, Roberta's mind went blank. When she next became aware of her surroundings, she was bending over her father, calling his name, begging someone to help get him to a doctor. But there was no one left to hear her.Ripping a strip from her nightgown, Roberta struggled to stanch the flow of blood, but the bullet had pierced her father's lung. When he tried to speak, he choked on his own blood. She could do nothing but cradle him while, bathed by her tears, he died in her arms.Driven beyond reason by the horrific events, she reached for the gun in her father's holster. Whirling around at the sound of an approaching horse, she didn't care that the man wasn't wearing a mask, or that he was coming from the direction of town. Blinded by tears and in the grip of helpless rage, she fired in his direction. Certain she had missed, and beyond caring if she had, she flung the gun aside, and covered her father's body with her own.Roberta didn't know how long she lay there before the shock began to wear off. At first she was aware only of the silence. After the horror of the last minutes, it seemed enormous, unending, as though she was the only person left on earth. Gradually a mixture of sounds penetrated her consciousness. Voices. Hooves. Wagons. Running footsteps. They must have seen the fire from town."Grab a bucket," someone shouted. "There's a water tank behind the barn."Roberta knew there weren't enough buckets and not enough water to put out the fire.More and more people arrived, all moving around her, shouting instructions, asking questions, wondering who had led the attack and why. The thunder of an explosion in the distance brought the activity to a halt."Clear out!" a man shouted. "They just blew up the dam."Someone took hold of Roberta's shoulder and tried to lift her to her feet, but she clung to her father's body."You've got to move," a gentle female voice urged. "People say there's a lot of water behind that dam."Roberta knew there was no need to panic. A relatively small hole in the middle would achieve the same effect as blowing up the whole dam, and it wouldn't endanger anyone. Still, she allowed herself to be brought to her feet. She was too grief-stricken to pay attention to the arms that enveloped her or to attempt to identify the men who carried her father's body toward the house."Lay him in his bed."Roberta recognized the voice of Boone Riggins, a man who asked her to ma...

Hen Randolph's reputation as a cold-hearted gunslinger without a need for friends, family or women, was the reason he was hired to be the sheriff of Sycamore Flats. He saves a young widow. Laural Blackthorne, from a beating - but she has no need for gunslingers or guns and she can't decide whether he's a saint or a fool. In the end she decides that having a man be a fool over her isn't half bad.

Zac Randolph owns and runs the Little Corner of Heaven Saloon in San Francisco's notorious Barbary Coast. He's a gambler by trade and by nature. He takes care of the girls who work for him. His life is perfect until a distant cousin, Lily Sterling, arrives from Virginia and upsets everything. He should have known that where there's a flower woman, there's a Randolph about to lose his heart.

Torn Between a Desire to be Free...When Laurie Spencer said "I do", she never realized she'd be trading one pair of shackles for another—until her husband's unexpected death leaves her with an opportunity to escape her controlling family for good. Determined to be independent, Laurie approaches sexy rancher Jared Smith with an offer she hopes he can't refuse...And a Longing to be His...Jared's determined to make it in Texas, but with the local banker turned against him, it looks like his dream may be slipping through his fingers. When unconsciously sensual Laurie offers a partnership, his luck may be changing...but when she throws herself in as part of the deal, Jared's not sure he'll be able to respect the terms of their agreement and keep his eyes—and his hands—to himself.There's something about Laurie that awakens every protective instinct Jared has...and when all hell breaks loose, there's nothing and no one who'll be able to keep...

In the wild and untamed West, it takes cowboy's embrace to see you through a long winter's night. Stay toasty this holiday season with heart-warming tales from bestselling authors Leigh Greenwood, Rosanne Bittner, Linda Broday, Margaret Brownley, Anna Schmidt, and Amy Sandas.The Beating Heart of ChristmasWhether it's a lonely spinster finding passion at last...an infamous outlaw-turned-lawman reaffirming the love that keeps him whole...a lost and broken drifter discovering family in unlikely places...a Texas Ranger risking it all for one remarkable woman...two lovers bringing together a family ripped apart by prejudice...or reunited lovers given a second chance to correct past mistakes...a Christmas spent in a cowboy's arms is full of hope, laughter, and—most of all—love.What People Are Saying: "Greenwood is a master at westerns." —RT Book Reviews for Leigh Greenwood "An emotional powerhouse! This classic historical...