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

“What the hell are you doin’ up here?” Reno barked.


“Well, the dishes were done, and laundry day ain’t until tomorrow. I don’t know, I thought if I come up here you’d show me a few of your tricks. Might even get a little practice in myself.” The men stepped back as she lifted a gun out of its holster and began twirling it around her finger. She quickly stopped it when it pointed toward them. “A woman alone needs to know how to handle a gun—” She gave them a teasing smile. “—wouldn’t you say? By the way, what’s all this talk about killin’ somebody?”


“Nothin’,” Reno snapped. “Get on back to the house.”


“Listen here, Reno Hudson, I ain’t no snivelin’ female you can order around. You seem to have a hard time rememberin’ that. I’d work on it if I was you.” She looked over at the tall, lanky cowboy. “Now who the hell are you?”


Chapter 18