Flint: He was as hard as his name...until he met her

Flint Calderon was a hard working, hard-bodied, hard headed Texan who'd had to grow up fast. He'd been alone for a long time. He'd kept his grand daddy's sprawling ranch intact in spite of hardships and loss...some said he was as hard as his name.

He didn't take anything he hadn't worked damned hard for. He had his own set of personal guidelines that left no room for cruelty or deceit. He kept his friends close, and his loyalty was a thing of legend in Calder County, Texas.

He went by three simple rules: Keep your word no matter what, pay your debts before buyin' more, and protect those weaker than yourself.

Lily was running from her own personal hell, only to jump from the frying pan into the fire. But the man who'd caught her sneaking into his motel room to get out of the rain was nothing like the bastard she was running from. Even being pinned on that motel bed under a pissed-off cowboy was a damn sight better than being dragged back to the man who'd murdered her mom and made her own life a living hell for so long. If only the hot cowboy wasn't naked as a jaybird...

How could he turn her over to the law? The woman he'd caught was just a rain-soaked, freezing, starving, badly battered little hellcat with nowhere to go and nothin' much to lose. And whoever had beat the hell out of her deserved no mercy...