“You Haven’t Dated A Real Cowboy Till You’ve Been A Jefferson’s Girl.”
The only good things she’d ever gotten from a cowboy were her daughter and her son. And rodeo gypsy Olivia Spinlove had vowed she’d never again let an elusive, sexy cowboy corral her heart. This single mom had been born racing barrels and had no trouble outrunning love—until Calhoun Jefferson strolled into her arena. Unlike any cowboy she’d ever known, he had artistic vision, concern for her kids—and dark eyes that said, “Hey, pretty lady,” even from a distance. He almost made her wild heart want to stop wandering. Because the promise in his kiss said that catching Calhoun might make it worth getting caught—for good.