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

“Lye soap,” she answered sarcastically as her knowing gaze met Reno’s.


“I think Easy’s got some lilacs in the window boxes.”


Cheyenne turned and looked at her. “Say, what’s this about your name?”


Cheyenne snickered. “How’s your sense of humor…Easy?”


She stopped what she was doing and looked at him, her gaze cutting right though him. “I ain’t laughin’ about it.”


Cheyenne’s lustful gaze met hers and tangled. “I didn’t mean no disrespect.”


Suddenly it seemed as if no one else was in the room. His smile was gone from his face, but the lust in his eyes pulled her to him with an intimate power. She finally pulled her gaze away at the sound of Reno’s voice.


“Cheyenne, that’s enough. You boys hurry up and eat. We gotta figure out what we’re gonna do.”


Easy was busy ladling food and pouring coffee when Flash said, “I think that lilac smell is comin’ from you, sweetheart.” With a sexy wink, he said, “Always did like lilacs.”


Chapter 7