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

During these sessions they got to know each other well, and offered to carry heavy buckets of water, or do things for her they knew she would have difficulty with alone. All this led up to a familiarity between them, and she found herself the recipient of deep, penetrating looks, an occasional touch, or the deliberate brush of a muscled body against hers. The first time was when she happened to find Cheyenne and Midnight down at the lake. Their wet bodies and rippling muscles sparkled in the dappled sunlight, taking her breath away. She stood in the shadows and watched for a few minutes until one of them looked up and caught her snooping.


Cheyenne waded close to Midnight and mumbled under his breath. “Don’t look now, but it seems we have avisitor. I’ll give you three guesses as to who’s hidin’ out watchin’ us.”


Midnight looked up. “Yeah? Where is she?”


“Over there in that clump of bushes. You just follow my lead. I’ll get her out of there.”


Chapter 10