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

“Now go back to the house and try to sleep. Morning will come sooner than you expect.”


With his mouth close to her face, she could feel the hot breath of his race on her skin, but instead of trying to seduce him into making love to her, she showed respect for his beliefs. “Goodnight, Chey…Cheveyo,” she whispered.


The words reverberated in Reno’s head over and over again as the morning sun warmed his back. Shots rang out one after the other as he practiced drawing his six gun and shooting tin cans off a fallen log. The cans flew right and left as the whizzing bullets hit them. His arm was stiff so he worked it, trying to limber it up. He felt like an amateur as he continued to curl his finger around the trigger and squeeze. Since he’d taken a bullet in the shoulder his aim was off a little, but he knew all he needed was a little target practice.


Chapter 17