Chase Hawks had a good handle on life. Between his small spread in Arizona, his success on the rodeo circuit and a bevy of beautiful women always available to satisfy his urges, he figured he had control over his life. Then fate intervened. He ran over a woman. Literally. Hit her with his truck. Ana Stillwater had no control over her life. She'd skipped out on an abusive husband with three hundred dollars, a car that was on its last legs and a hawk named Fergi. She figured life couldn't get any worse. Then it did. Her car broke down in Arizona and if that wasn't enough, a truck hit her. Which brings up the question—just what happens when a rational, down-to-earth rancher hooks up with a quirky new age witch who can give him a hard-on with just a look and likes to dance naked under the moon?

Clay Russell had plans. Win the Nationals in bull-riding, then start his own spread breeding horses. Instead his family roped him into leaving Arizona to get a struggling ranch in North Carolina back on its feet. He didn't expect Rusty Blackhawk to be a woman. Or a witch. The little bundle of dynamite lit his fuse. Keeping his mind on the job and his hands off the saucy little Rusty was taking all his control, and then some. Rusty had no choice but to take the Russells' offer and partner up with them. She wasn't expecting to like Clay Russell. But it was mighty hard to ignore the tall, handsome cowboy when her body—and her soul—was saying "yes! yes! yes!" Neither of them expected the fireball of passion that exploded between them, or the danger that would threaten their lives. But it was nothing a little bit of magic—and a whole lot of love—couldn't fix.

Cole had no trouble attracting women. The Russell men were all blessed physically, and Cole was no exception. However, finding a woman who could match his passion for the wilderness as well as ignite passions of a different kind in his life was the problem. Scout Windrider knew that love wasn't for her. She'd yet to encounter a man who took her breath away, and figured it was just as well. What man would want to hook up with a woman who spent most of her life in the wild, tracking mountain lions? Neither of them could have foreseen being paired in a no-kill hunt turned deadly that would force them to confront an explosive attraction hot enough to consume them with its heat. Faced with a murderous madman intent on exacting revenge against the Windrider family, Scout and Cole take a leap of faith with each other, and discover something relegated to myth and legend prove to be true, that will touch their lives in a way that will change them forever.

Single and loving it! That’s Caleb, the only Russell man not yet hitched, and that’s fine with him. Life’s good—if a little predictable. Until a little lady drops out of the sky and into his kayak, nearly drowning him in the process. But getting wet is the least of his problems. Seems Caleb’s going to follow his brothers when it comes to fixing on kinda offbeat women, because Conn isn’t like any woman he’s ever known. But then he’s never met a woman who isn’t from this world. And he sure as shit hasn’t ever met one who can put as much starch in his shorts and fire in his blood as Conn can with just a look.