The drifter came from the night. Came from the storm. And came with a past...;. Still, warmhearted widow Maddy Landers needed a hired hand. So what if Luther Ward had done time? The man was clearly no murderer. Why, Maddy would trust him with her life, her little ones and the spread he cherished as if it were his own.
Tight-lipped Luther ranched like a man driven-;and loved like a male deprived. His pent-up passion proved hot as a branding iron, compelling as breath. And too late, Maddy wondered whether her bittersweet beloved wanted her...;or her land.
