For a woman who hated violence, Ellie Jarrett had seen more than her share. First her husband was murdered and now her neighbor was trying to run her off her ranch. The last thing the golden haired beauty needed was a gunslinging brother in law to stir up more trouble. But it wasn't just Kale Jarretts six guns that made Ellie nervous, it was the way she felt whenever he was near. If the tall, lean gunmans piercing blue gaze could make her tremble with anticipation, how would she ever resist the masterful caresses and sweet kisses that she somehow knew would follow? His brothers widow was a fine woman, to fine for the likes of Kale Jarrett. With her silky blond hair and sparkling hazel eyes, Ellie deserved a man she could love forever, not some irresponsible drifter who carried his belongings in his saddlebags and always watched his backtrail. Kale would stay long enough to see Ellie safe, then he'd be out of her life. But he couldn't leave without tasting the lush promise of her lips, without knowing the satiny texture of her skin, without feeling her warm and soft beneath him.