There was a time when Crow Hill, Texas’s notorious Dalton Gang ran wild. Now, as owners of the Dalton Ranch, their partnership in the rundown operation leaves little time for raising hell—except for the right women who can turn on the heat…

It’s been sixteen years since Dax Campbell set foot in Crow Hill—and sixteen years since Arwen Poole had a crush on him in high school. Unfortunately, setting her sights on this irresistible man again has stirred up a lot of unfulfilled desires in Arwen. A few nights in bed with Dax should get him out of her system once and for all. That’s all she wants. And for now, that’s all she needs.

But Dax is looking for something deeper in a woman. So they agree to an unconventional affair: for every no-strings sexual encounter Arwen craves, Dax gets to take her out for a night of romance. While both manage to hold up their end of the bargain, they’re growing closer than either of them can afford. Because Dax has a family secret that could drive him out of Crow Hill for good, and Arwen’s not letting him go without a fight…

“I loved, loved this book. I can’t wait for the next book in this series to come out. I was hooked by page 4 and could not put it down. The cover makes you want to pick it up but the story makes you not want to put it down.” — Lyndelikids, Amazon reviewer

The voice came from the shadows. It was a voice Arwen knew well, though it was seasoned now, deeper and rich as if hung up to age. She tried to swallow, found her throat had swelled. Tried to breathe, found her lungs fighting her heart for the room.

Was he leaner? Rougher? Hard-edged and worth all the years she’d waited?

He’d never been soft, but his body had matured, his build less a cocky teen learning the fit of things and more the cowboy he was now. His was a long rangy strength defined by lean hips and a purposeful swagger, by a narrow waist and wide shoulders and the sharp relief of tendons and veins. He needed every bit of the weight he carried, and she wondered if he’d outgrown his love of excess.

But then she met his gaze, and she was taken back to eighteen when she’d lusted after the things he’d made her feel as much as she’d lusted after him. And, oh, oh, but the lust was grand, her pulse ticking wildly, her skin tingling, her sex anticipating and growing damp. There were so many things she wanted him to do.

Beneath his hat, his hair was shaggy, a darker blond than she remembered, and as careless as was the scruff of whiskers he hadn’t bothered to shave. His jaw was square, bold, his mouth wide and wicked as he smiled. His eyes were the intense blue of high summer skies, and hot. Texas sun hot.

“Dax.” It was all she could say. Her mouth was bone dry.

“Arwen.” His voice rolled over her, the one word, her name.