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

With a crushed ego, he rose from the bed and threw his walking cane across the room in anger. He knew he didn’t need it, and she did too. Everyone here knew it, yet he kept creeping around on it like an invalid because he knew when he was well enough to ride they’d have to leave. He didn’t want to leave until he’d felt her breasts and her ass. He wanted it so bad he could taste it. Hell, if wanting to fuckher was a crime, then he’d just committed the biggest one of his career.


He rushed into the main part of the house looking for her, but she wasn’t there, so he banged out, and took a stroll down to the lake to think. He needed to get out of the house and away from Easy with her lilac smell, the smell of her kitchen, and the softness of her bed. He’d found something special here, and dammit, he couldn’t just walk away from it. During his life he’d had so many women he couldn’t count ‘em, but none had ever affected him the way she did.


Chapter 13