Victor Underhill has no use for a wife beyond the signature that will save his ranch. Yet the moment Emery Fielding descends from the train, her valise in hand and defiance in her eyes, he knows the contract will demand far more than land rights.
She left everything behind for security. He offers possession instead, his commands pulling her closer even as she fights the heat of his touch. The rival's gaze only fuels his need to claim her before dusk.
In the shadowed hayloft, the line between legal possession and the need to own her body and heart blurs beyond repair. Can a bride who abandoned everything truly belong to a rancher whose only language is control?
