What do you think?
Rate this book


Outlaw. Preacher. Night Hawk. He's had many names, but he can't escape the past.
Since Ian Vance's beloved wife was murdered years ago, the hardened bounty hunter knows he'll never feel love or tenderness again, so he's made it his mission to ensure others get their justice. But when he's charged with delivering a sharp-eyed beauty to the law, Ian can't help but feel he may still have something left to lose.
Orphaned at twelve, Maggie Freeman has always found her way out of trouble. But now there's a vigilante mob at her back who would like nothing more than to see her hang for a crime she didn't commit. Maggie may have to accept help for the first time in her life . . . even if it's from the one man standing between her and freedom.
As the past closes in, the sassy prisoner and toughened lawman may just find a passion between them that could bring blinding happiness . . . if they'll let it.
371 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published October 25, 2011
Maggie was like a kick of raw tequila.Happy Dance! Is there anything better than finding a quality author with a huge back log of books?!!
Melancholy be damned, she was still standing, and still fighting to hold on to who she was in her heart and mind.Through events that start the story, Maggie finds herself in the custody of US Marshall, Ian Vance.
It was Ian's response that meant the most and he was viewing her with a subtle delight that put heat in her blood.Besides the wonderful characters, it was the adventure that made Night Hawk so much fun to read. Imagine a historical 'road trip,' where one of the participants is under arrest and trying to escape, while the other is trying to do the honorable thing. There was lots of tension and outside distractions that kept me smiling over the course of the novel.
A speechless Ian stared down at the woman who’d caused it all. She met his gaze with a raised eyebrow.
Ian tried to make amends. “Man like him just wants to put you behind a plow, give you a bunch of babies, and work you to death.” “And what will you give me besides a date with the judge?” “If things were different, books.”