Texas! Lucky

Lucky Tyler attracted trouble and women like a lightning rod. But the night he stepped in to rescue a mysterious redhead in a seedy bar, he got more than he bargained for!
The lady excited him, challenged him, drove him wild with desire--then vanished without a trace. Lucky was desperate to find her, to brand her with his heat and when the police were called in to investigate a suspicious fire at Tyler Drilling, his family business, he needed her for an alibi!
Torn between anguish and ecstasy, Devon Haines tried to refuse Lucky's pleas for help, but the reckless blue-eyed devil wouldn't take no as an answer from her... not when his touch could make her burn, could make her his.
Framed by old enemies, Lucky knew his only hope to clear himself rested on solving the crime, but Devon feared when his innocence was proved, she would lose the handsome cowboy who possessed her heart and soul Would the tragic vow that made their love forbidden cost her forever in his arms?
"There was going to be trouble, and, hell, he just wasn’t in the mood for it. Lucky Tyler, seated on a barstool, was nursing his second whiskey and water. Bothered again by the rough, masculine laughter coming from one corner of the tavern, he glanced irritably over his shoulder to look in that direction. ‘Might’ve known Little Alvin would sniff her out,’ the bartender said. Lucky only grunted in response. Turning back to his drink, he hunched his shoulders and sank a little deeper into his slouching position on the barstool. He reasoned that if the broad hadn’t wanted the attentions of Little Alvin or any other guy, she wouldn’t have come into the lounge alone. Describing the place as a lounge sure was euphemistic, he thought. The place was a bona fide honky-tonk. It didn’t possess a single feature that would elevate it to any higher caliber of drinking hole than that. It had first opened during the boom, fifty or so years earlier. Before the bar had a flashing neon star out front, before it had indoor plumbing, the place had served bootleg liquor to roughnecks, wildcatters, and the ladies of the night who comforted them when the wells turned up dry or who took their money when they struck black gold."