I swore I'd never marry. Not for love. Not for legacy. And sure as hell not for a scrap of paper to save my ranch from the wolves circling my doorstep.

But desperation has a way of rewriting rules. One wind-battered night, he rides in - this rugged drifter with callused hands and a gaze that strips me bare. Our bargain is simple: his name on the deed, my body in his bed. A marriage of cold necessity, sealed in a justice of the peace's dusty office. No strings. No hearts. Just survival.

Yet the first time he pins me against the corral rails in a haze of rage and want, sweat mingling with the scent of hay and horsehide, I shatter. Our nights unravel in lantern-glow stables, bodies slick and frantic amid the straw. A remote cabin's candlelight witnesses slower sins - his mouth mapping every defiant curve, unraveling my control thread by thread. He's supposed to be my anchor, this man who craves roots but was born to wander. Instead, he's the storm tearing at my fences.

I've fought too hard for this land, this independence carved from my father's grave. One wrong glance from town gossips, one whisper of our unholy vows, and it all crumbles. Worse, if he rides out - leaving me hollowed, claimed in ways no divorce can erase - what's left of me? This devil's deal was meant to bind the ranch, not my soul. But as his rough whispers turn possessive in the dark, I wonder: how long before lust demands the one surrender I can't afford?

A full-length western marriage of convenience erotic romance featuring a fierce ranch heiress and a rugged cowboy drifter.