When bounty hunter Sam McCallister sees Eden Pace playing poker for the first time, he loses all interest in the cards; instead, the thought of playing stud with the lady gambler stirs his cock to life. Eden’s the prettiest woman and the best card sharp Sam’s ever met. Good thing he has a few cards up his sleeve.
Eden’s doing her own outlaw hunting. She’s on the trail of her husband’s killer and Sam’s in her way. To get free of this hardheaded, softhearted, gorgeous man, Eden tries strip poker and naked truth-or-dare, but when Sam ups the stakes, carnal submission and desire are unleashed.
When Sam discovers Eden’s wanted for murder, he figures his bed is the safest place for her. But taking Eden prisoner isn’t as easy as Sam expects. He’s in a high-stakes poker game with lust on the table and his heart on the line, because one taste of Eden just isn’t enough.
YOU TUBE TRAILER: COPY AND PASTE
Excerpt from Five Card Stud by Gem Sivad:
Eden was cautiously attuned to the danger in the man across from her. She gathered her winnings and said, “It has been a long day and I’m afraid I’ll have to say goodnight now.”
“Hell, Eden, we’re just gettin’ started. It ain’t uncommon for me to go all night long.” Eden swallowed back a scathing remark. When she didn’t give a response, he added, “I’ve got a pile of money here for you to rake into that honey pot you’re sitting on.” His words were crude, blatant and insulting.
She could tell from the easy way he talked to the men, Sam was more than a stranger passing through Eclipse. The saloon’s occupants watched as she retreated from both the card game and his suggestive remarks.
She would have preferred to wipe the smug grin from his face but bowed to her instincts instead. “I don’t have that much, Sam. I’m afraid I’ll have to decline.” Eden scooted her chair away from the table, impatient to be gone. Before she could retreat with the money she’d already won, he stopped her.
“How about those earbobs you’re wearin’?” he drawled. “They must be worth a little something. I’ll make it easy. My pile against your pile and you throw in your jewelry, including that pretty ring on your finger.”
His voice was a deep, rough growl. What is the matter with this man? Eden looked him over for head wounds or signs of recent violence that might have jarred his senses. She had no idea how to handle him.
Her stomach twisted in anger. The table was ringed with bystanders who had watched her win steadily all night, defeating the other players with skill. Sam issued a challenge and the night’s losers waited expectantly for her to accept the bet.
She allowed her gaze to be caught and for a moment, he let her see truth. The man who stared at her with eyes as cold blue as a winter lake wasn’t going to let her leave. “This ring?”
She held up her hand and flashed the impressive emerald at their audience. “I’m afraid you don’t have enough cash there to cover this jewel, Sam. It’s a family heirloom, anyway, and I could never part with it.” Again she attempted to leave, this time with a sense of urgency beating a steady warning in her head.
“I think I can change your mind, Eden. Let’s put this in the pot. It’s the deed to some property I own.”
Eden opened the folded paper he pushed across the table and hesitantly looked at it. Shock rippled through her when she saw her own face staring up from a wanted poster.