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

“Easy,” he said when he saw her, “what are you doing here?”


“I’m sorry, Cheyenne. I heard your chant from the house, and it led me to you.”


Easy was entranced by his appearance. Her eyes raked over the rippling muscles in his broad chest and arms that before had been hidden beneath his western garb, never in his Indian get up. God, he was handsome. His hair was loose and thick as it hung around his face like a cloud, making him appear so mysterious. He had a colorful band around his head, and there were feathers and different kinds of objects all over him that she didn’t know the meaning of.


Her eyes focused on his strong jaw, his lips, and the darkness of his eyes that were deep and liquid. Shefelt a jolt when those eyes looked up and saw her staring at him.


While the shadows hung around him, he said, “Why do you look at me that way?”


“I’m sorry. I’ve just never seen you in your native garb before. For the first time I see you as you really are.”


Chapter 16