There's never been an evil man that Cassidy Callaghan couldn't sniff out. Her life in 1870s Nevada is built on justice... and revenge. Every bounty she ropes in is a stone turned over in her search for the one man she hasn't been able to find.

Jack Ransom, the man who murdered her parents.

Outlaw turned lawman James Moone dutifully stands guard, always awaiting Cassidy's return. She's got a sour disposition and a worse temper. Moone is the only man in the West who'd call her a friend. One who's won her hard-earned trust. He's loved her longer than he realized, thorns and all, and is determined to protect her from the truth of his past-and Jack Ransom-whether she likes it or not.

When Cassidy finally gets her shot at Ransom, she commits to playing the role of a lady she isn't. As his favorite, it'll be easy to stab him in the heart if she holds it in the palm of her hand.

Moone fears she's gone too far, too deep into her role, too far from her plan. He's convinced if he doesn't break her free from it, he'll lose her forever. But Cassidy isn't about to let anything stand in her way. Not corsets, danger, betrayal - or a complicated craving.