Trilby

Arizona, 1910

Dear Diary, It will take more than threats-and one overbearing rancher-to drive me away from my rightful property. . . When I inherited this isolated land near the Mexican border, I knew running it would be difficult and dangerous-very different from my privileged life in Louisiana, where I was the genteel Miss Trilby Lang.

But I certainly didn't expect that my neighbor, Thorn Vance, would be challenging me at every turn. Or that his brusque, ruggedly appealing ways would prove a dangerous temptation that I'm finding harder and harder to resist. Now, with trouble sweeping the territory, I need his help. But how much will I risk putting myself in the hands of a man who's used to getting exactly what he wants?