Pistol Packin' Molly — Kelly Conrad

When Molly's family was gunned down in cold blood, her determination to get their killer turned her from a lady to a cold-hearted gunslinger. Leaving the lady she was in the dust, she drinks, she smokes, she curses, and even passes herself off as a painted-up whiskey-drinking floozy in the Dead Dog Saloon. While belting out risque songs nightly, she becomes an alluring bait for the man she knew would come walking in one day. But Dove Garrison got in the way. He was a dark-skinned breed with a taste of the wild on him, and he wore leather. Molly couldn't resist leather, so one night in a dark alley, Dove and Colt Garrison lured her into their steamy back-room sex--until the night of the showdown arrived. Now Molly stands all alone in her glittering dress, with feathers in her hair-and a loaded six-gun on her hip. Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.