From the Back Cover
HE EXUDED A HEAT THAT HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THE MONTANA SUN.... One look at the shirtless cowboy sauntering toward her, and Rebecca Wallingford knew she was in trouble. Now Jackson Rand was telling her in a husky drawl that sent shivers up her spine that she'd be living with a houseful of men! Jackson had expected the company to send a man -- not this beautiful, big-city female who played poker with the boys and was making herself right at home on his ranch. But it was more than chance that had brought Rebecca out West. Now it would take all the love this cattleman had to give, once he uncovered her shocking family secret...

Excerpted from Cattleman's Heart by Lois Faye Dyer. Copyright © 2004. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
"Save me a waltz." Jackson's voice was suddenly deeper, and tension vibrated between them. His words reminded Rebecca of the last time they'd waltzed together and how it felt to be held in his arms. The need to leave her chair, to take the short two steps separating them, run her hands over the bare muscles of his chest and arms and lift her mouth to his was nearly overwhelming. The force of emotions he raised in her was disconcerting. She decided to obey the alarm bells that were screaming caution in her brain. "I will -- if you're there." Which was as noncommital as she could be without refusing him outright. She stood. "And since it sounds as if it's going to be a long day tomorrow, I think I'll try to get some sleep." She turned toward the screen door, hesitating to say goodnight, before she pulled open the door. "Goodnight." His voice was hushed, quieter than usual, but it still sent shivers up her spine.