She’s a thief whose victim was her own self. He’s a man who plays it safe. After spending the past three years in prison for grand larceny, Natalie Diamond is finally free. But living at the Second Chance Ranch won’t be easy. There’s no spa, no housekeeper, no help. Natalie isn’t paddocks—she’s Prada. She isn’t manure—she’s Marchesa. Yet, the minute she meets Roland Mallory, she knows she’ll be anything she has to be, even if it means being herself. Roland Mallory hates being the nice guy. Nice guys finish last—always. When Natalie Diamond falls at his feet and looks up at him with those whiskey brown eyes, he knows she’s trouble. He isn’t looking for trouble. He’s looking for a partner. Natalie isn’t the love-him type, she’s the love-him-and-leave-him type, and Roland isn’t interested. That is, until he risks a taste of her lips one night—and everything changes. They say opposites attract. But when it comes to love, can someone so wrong be so right?