J.T. was a Blackwood, all right. Six feet four inches of whipcord-lean man, a Stetson shading those amber eyes, a glare that burned hotter than the New Mexico sun. A bodyguard, the handsome half-breed was the one man who could help Joanna Beaumont. But as a Blackwood, he was dangerous in own right.
At first J.T. thought Joanna was just some spoiled socialite roughing it on Blackwood Ranch. But then he discovered what she'd fled from, why she needed him. And suddenly, all that mattered was seeing her safely through the long, hot nights...
THE PROTECTORS: Ready to lay their lives on the line, but unprepared for the power of love.