Excerpt of Lady Gone Bad by Sabine Starr

1883, Delaware Bend, Texas

"She's a wild woman, a renegade, a lady gone bad."

Deputy U.S. Marshal Rafe Morgan sat at a battered table,
his glass of whiskey gathering dust, as he listened to the
legendary singer billed simply as Lady. She was a stunner,
a heartbreaker. And her name was at the top of his "Wanted"
list.

Lady's husky voice wove sultry fantasies, enticing,
cajoling, promising fulfillment by the light of a silver
moon. She stood, strumming a guitar as she mesmerized her
audience. Smiling coquettishly, she set one foot on a rung
of the stool beside her, revealing white lace petticoats
and shapely legs in black lace stockings.

Rafe shook his head, determined to break free of her spell.
He felt like all the other red–blooded men in the
saloon, more sinner than saint.