She didn’t need saving from the cowboy. She needed saving from herself and her burgeoning desire.Texas cowboys with stars in their eyes kidnapping brides on their wedding day? Cynthia waited on the sexy man in the diner. Based on his good looks, she wished then he would have his way with her. Yet here he is right in the church, about to abduct her from a man who can’t possibly love her.She can tell herself as many lies as she desires, but the one fact she can’t change is that she needs the cowboy in a really bad way. She might not need rescue from the man at the altar, but she does from herself. Where will the Texas cowboy with stars in his eyes take her? Does he want her as much as she needs him or will his deep secret stop him?Excerpt:How could a day bathed in sweet, fragrant roses and unbridled perfection blacken into anguished uncertainty? Dazed, Cynthia Harrison knew that after the tumultuous scene she’d witnessed moments earlier, she couldn’t marry the man standing beside her. The sunlight filtering through the stained glass windows high up in the concrete walls did nothing to brighten the church’s dim interior. Two hundred hushed guests looked on with baited breath as the minister droned on about marriage, commitment and love. Her bell-shaped, white gown dwarfed Jack, mocked his dark soul with its purity. If she repeated what she’d overheard, would he kill her in a moment of rage well after the ceremony was over? She couldn’t simply walk away. He’d suspect she knew something, perhaps pry the secret from her with a vengeance she hadn’t known he possessed. Quiet, business-minded Jack had fooled her into thinking he was the right man to spend the remainder of her life with. How could she have overlooked his thinning hair, or the prominent beer belly? Cynthia gnawed her lower lip. He’d taken advantage of her naivety. In only a few minutes, the minister would ask, “Do you take this woman?” She had to dredge up the courage to whisper, “No, I can’t.”She was a waitress. Jack was richer than God. She thought they were perfect for each other before she overheard him order one of the grooms to terminate one of the guests after the wedding. Fear soured her stomach.She remembered meeting a tall, dark, handsome man during a rushed lunch hour in a cheap diner where she usually worked the day shift. He was the kind of man who made a woman take a second look, who made her think naughty thoughts of tangled nude limbs, caressing his hard, throbbing manhood and taking his pulsing length into her wet channel. A woman wouldn’t mind getting a bit kinky just for the exhilarating experience.Life wouldn’t have been like that with Jack. No, life would have been one predictable yawn. She had to stop this travesty of a ceremony. She couldn’t marry a murderer. His whispered, callous command had left no doubt he’d given the order many times before. How could he snuff out another being’s life?Jack nudged her. “You’re shaking. Are you all right?”