Storm Bragg could outshoot and outride any man, but her family decided it was time she traded in her buckskins for a ballgown and made her debut in San Francisco society.Quickly pursued by every eligible gentleman in town, the young hellcat from Texas had eyes for only one, and he was no gentleman. Brett D'Archand was a self-made success -- arrogant, impossibly attractive, blatantly sensual -- and looking for a wife who would give him respectability.
Storm was completely bewitched by him, but she made him lose his head as well as his heart. And, threatened by scandal and ruin, they are forced to wed -- a tempestuous union of free spirits, shackled only by the irrepressible bonds of love.
Review: Oh for heavens sake. Storm made me just batty. What a shrew!! Their constant fighting was not only not sexy or romantic, it was boring as heck. If memory serves, they are still fighting in the last chapter of the book. It was just a little mentally exhausting. Why did I keep reading this book? I'm not really sure.
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