Annie Lane had always loved reading and writing, so it wasn't all that surprising than she met and was courted by her husband, rancher Matt Breen, through the mail. Soon he knew every little thing about her—except one: she was pregnant. But there were some things you just couldn't say in a letter... Writing to Annie, Matt found himself able to share his thoughts and feelings in a new and wonderful way. And when they met, he knew he'd found the right woman. But after discovering her secret, he felt like a stranger. Now that they were together, could they rediscover the love that had flourished when they were apart?

Rancher Jesse Breen was the last of a dying breed—a man of honor and integrity, a gentleman. Except when it came to a sexy woman in a pink Cadillac convertible—a woman who had hair the color of the setting sun and a body that drove him crazy. Of course, hitting her car and hurling his sheep onto her white seats weren't his smoothest moves... . Marnie Raines knew that the blue-eyed, macho rancher meant trouble the minute he and his sheep crashed into her life. Jesse disturbed her equilibrium and made her forget her priorities—like putting her life in order and forging her own independence. And no matter how much he tried to convince her otherwise, nothing and nobody was going to stand in the way of her independence. Not even love.

From the moment he met petite, headstrong Zoe Yarberry, cowboy Rory Breen was a changed man. Well, he didn't exactly meet her—he just happened along in time to help her steal a horse. And he wasn't completely changed—he would always be a restless cowpoke bucking the demons in his soul. Still, something about Zoe, with her adorable twin girls and her red horse, Blue, had Rory's love-parched heart thirsting for her tender mercies. But Zoe was downright skittish of cowboys and their heated promises. Only a man with true-blue intentions would drink from the wellspring of her passion. Rory was fit to be tied! But was he fit to be tied down?

SUMMERTIME...And the living was easy. Or should have been. But Oren Breen couldn't keep his mind off Lorena Venable, his landlady—-and next-door neighbor. He couldn't forget that she was upstairs, behind the lit window of her bedroom—-or that he'd like to be there, too. Lorena knew she ought to forget about Oren. So long as he paid his rent on time, why should she care what he got up to—or with whom? Why, he was young enough to be her...lover? Now, where had that thought come from? And what was she going to do about it?