SHE MADE UP THE RULES Libby Chandler was hanged if she'd wear a fancy dress to meet Alexander Drake, the Earl of Harrow—even if he did own two-thirds of Whiskey Ranch and had come all the way from England to inspect his Texas holdings. Since her father had been killed, she ran the ranch, and the sooner his Earlship got used to the sight of her in denim trousers, the better! But the man who stepped off the stage was lean, handsome, and cool-as-you-please, with the powerful air of one used to control. Suddenly it was not only Drake that Libby had to fight, but her own wayward desires ... HE LAID DOWN THE LAW Drake was tempted to whistle at the "lady" who had come to greet him. Her tight-fitting trousers showed off her leggy beauty even as her Texas-blue eyes dared him to find her attractive. Little did she know that her frank manner and lithe figure were a potent combination for a man sick of pampered fashion plates. Or that he planned on taking full advantage of what her clothing seemed to promise. But first he'd lay down the no ranch of his was going to be run by a female. Then he'd make sure she was well occupied with other matters—like the pleasures to be found in his arms when he kissed those pouting lips and taught her what it really meant to be a woman ...