SHE CALLED HIM COWBOY. HE CALLED HER PRINCESS. Caitlin Summers has come west for one reason only: to sell the Wyoming ranch that belonged to her late father. But Cloud Ranch isn’t hers to sell—not as long as foreman Wade Barclay and his two brothers are majority owners. According to the will, Caitlin can’t sell her share until she’s lived there . . . for a whole year. For the debt-ridden Philadelphia beauty, the situation is intolerable. But the rough, infuriating wrangler will awaken every tender emotion buried in her heart. To Wade Barclay, Caitlin Summers is just a spoiled society girl—even if she is also the daughter of the man who was a father to him in all but name. Caitlin broke her father’s heart when she and her mother left Wyoming, and Wade has no intention of letting her do the same to him. But living together under the same roof is hard on a man. One stolen kiss is all it takes to make him wild with wanting her. As the days pass, Wade knows he desperately needs Caitlin—in his bed, in his heart, and by his side forever in this wild, beautiful land he knows she’ll never call home.

DID HE STEAL HER HEART—OR DID SHE GIVE IT AWAY? A newcomer to Forlorn Valley, Emily Spoon vows never to lose her family or her land again. Here is the future. Uncle Jake and the boys can go straight. She can set up her own dressmaking business. But her dreams of a fresh start turn to dust when a stranger accosts her, demanding to know the whereabouts of the Spoon gang. Heaven help her, Emily never saw a man so handsome. Only later does she learn his Clint Barclay, the sheriff who destroyed her family—and now threatens her resolute heart... Clint Barclay rides off, unable to forget the rifle-toting, icy-tongued beauty from a family of outlaws. Emily Spoon swears they’ve gone straight, but Clint knows better—he’s jailed the Spoons before and knows he’ll do it again... Then one stunning, burning kiss at a dance changes everything. Suddenly Clint realizes that he’s found the only woman he’s ever really wanted—but he can’t have her . . . not unless he is willing to sleep with the enemy for the rest of his life...