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 s... more »tepped 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.

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.