Harriet is a widow who has lost her way. Desperate to save her cattle ranch, she visits Maxwell Recruitment Agency in the city, looking for help. Fate sees her stumble into the arms of a cool, handsome Texan and a sizzling one-night-stand that will change her life forever.
Turner Finnegan doesn't need the work. A job on a ranch? He could save the place with one arm tied behind his back, but he is busy doing nothing, and that's just how he likes it. His friend, Bernard Maxwell, thinks otherwise. Turner soon finds himself on an adventure with gun-fights and guinea-pigs, and one hot Englishwoman who wants nothing to do with him.
They were alone in the silence of the room, standing next to the luggage rack and the mini bar with the kettle and the little packets of tea and coffee. ‘Can I get you a drink?’ Harriet said. Turner shook his head and gave her a lopsided grin. It was like she was frozen. Nerves and adrenalin coursed through her. Turner took a step towards her, grasped the edge of his t-shirt and yanked it over his head. Harriet took a step back, switched on a lamp next to the bed, and watched as Turner pulled off his boots one at a time. Her eyes feasted on the sight of his torso, tanned and sculpted, as he bent down. His socks came off next. Hooray, he wasn’t the sort to leave them on. His chest was broad, covered in dark hair. Harriet’s gaze followed the line it made down his belly to where it disappeared into his jeans, behind his giant belt buckle. Her legs felt weak, and he hadn’t even touched her. When she glanced back at his face, he was giving her that sexy grin. ‘You like what you see, Veronica?’ he said, stepping towards her. ‘Yes.’ Her voice sounded strange. She tried to clear her throat, but there was nothing to clear. When he reached her, Harriet put her hands on his bare chest. He was a stranger, who didn’t even know her name, yet here she was touching him, feeling the heat of his body on the palms of her hands, twisting the coarse hair on his chest between her fingers. She could hear his breathing become heavy, and the faint noise of the street far below.