Like a hot wind across the prairie, Race Logan blew into town one fated Fourth of July. And Kate Neely was caught in his storm. Loving him in an instant, she yearned for a shared forever with this man so wild and free. But how could she hope to hold fast the wind? — Like a barefoot, Kansas-bred Eve, she beckoned, bearing a basket of apples. Drinking in Kate Neely's ripe, red-gold beauty, trail master Race Logan swore he'd found his own private Eden, where one bite could banish his loneliness and bring lasting love to his wanderer's heart!

GIDEON SUMMERFIELD Bank robber. Prisoner. Let out of jail only on the condition that he capture his cousin. Well, it might take a thief to catch a thief, but Gideon didn't plan on being caught himself —- at least not by a bright-eyed female full of vinegar ... and honey. Sweet, warm honey. HONEY LOGAN Banker's daughter. Pampered debutante. Now a woman determined to abandon everything for a life with the outlaw who'd robbed her father's bank. She'd cuffed herself to him before she could think, before she'd looked into his eyes and known that she'd lost the key forever.