The freedom of the range, the bawling of the longhorns, the lonesome night watch beneath a vast, starry sky—they get into a man￯﾿ﾽs blood until he knows there is nothing better than the life of a cowboy...except the love of a good woman. With hair like a raven￯﾿ﾽs wing and ruby lips, she had a fiery temperament that hints of wild Gypsy blood. Luke finds himself inexorably drawn to her, despite her haughty manner, despite his reservations about all women, despite the fact that she is promised to another. Luke is the one who￯﾿ﾽs been hired to protect her—and he is a man of his word—but who will protect either of them from the desert storm of desire that arises whenever his lips meet hers?