Myrna Temte

Handprints

Myrna Temte

"I DON'T THINK EITHER ONE OF US GOT THIS OUT OF OUR SYSTEM…."Jack Granger's reference to a few stolen kisses haunted Abby Walsh. For being with him and his daughter made her feel like a penniless kid with her nose pressed against the toy-store window. Everything she'd ever wanted was right in front of her, but still completely out of reach.Well, Abby could hardly complain; the man was only keeping his promise–keeping their relationship casual. Still, Abby felt a sexual thrill she couldn't ignore. And she'd caught enough heated glances and heard enough strangled sighs to suspect he was suffering as much frustration as she was. Phooey. She'd never been this attracted to anyone. Ever.But there was no future for them. End of story. Right?If only it were that simple….

Call Of The West

Myrna Temte

BIG JAKE MCBRIDE KNEW HOPE DUMAINE COULDN'T DRIVE HIM NUTS–BECAUSE HE WAS ALREADY THERE!Hailing from Hollywood, Hope was young, rich, beautiful–and all wrong for hard-as-granite Wyoming rancher Jake. So how dare she claim that visiting rough-hewn Sunshine Gap made her feel at home? How dare she flaunt her fashionista charms at him, as if he were the only man for her?Hope made Jake mad enough to spit nails. Worse, she set his pulses jackrabbiting. Sure, her smile was pure as a mountain sunrise, her daring kisses sweet as wild honey. But what was Jake to do with a woman like Hope? Stampede her off–or lasso her? Either way, Jake knew he was in for the ride of a lifetime….