Easy McClure is a hot-headed little spitfire named after her father’s favorite saloon girl. When her father is killed in a range war, she inherits his ranch. Alone now, and facing the responsibility of taking care of a large spread, she packs away her bloomers and corsets and wears tight jeans with a six-gun strapped to her hip.<br><br>One day, a bleeding cowboy rides up to her house with a bullet in his shoulder. By the time she learns he’s a notorious gunslinger, his whole gang arrives. She has never seen such hot, sexy cowboys in her life, and has a problem resisting their advances. As time passes, she is slowly drawn to them and puts her better judgment aside, surrendering to their steamy seduction.<br><br>Then the day comes for them to leave. That’s when she must admit she’s in love with each one and faces a painful dilemma -- can her love tame all four men, or will they forever be a group of hard-riding gunslingers dodging bullets and running from the law?

Gunslinger's Lullaby

“Be still,” she ordered as she pressed the rag against his shoulder.


“It hurts, dammit! You hidin’ cockleburs in that rag?”


“No,” she said, looking him straight in his eyes, “but it’s an idea. It might be a good way to keep dangerous gunslingers in their place.”


He smiled at her bold nature. He figured you’d have to be a real special kind of man to get in this woman’s bed. It would be interesting to know just how tough the little lady was, and just how special the man had to be. It might be just the incentive he needed to get better so he could find out.


Her soft, full breasts rested on his chest.


As she moved around, he could feel her welcome heaviness, a sweet smelling heaviness, a soft heaviness that caused a dribble of semen to fall from his cock.


Oh, God, I can’t have an orgasm now when she has a razor floating in front of my face.


Chapter 5