Prickly Pear — Ronda Thompson

Camile hadn't earned the name Prickly Pear for nothing. Everyone knew that Camile could rope her way out of Hell itself. Now, Cam knew that her father was looking for a new foreman for their ranch - and she was sure she knew where to find one.

Daddy's little girl was no angel. And she was bad news with a lariat. Heck, she hadn't earned the nickname Prickly Pear by being a wallflower. Everyone on the Circle C knew that Camile Cordell could rope her way out of Hell itself and most of the town thought the willful beauty would end up there sooner or later. Now, Cam knew that her father was looking for a new foreman for their ranch and the blond firebrand was pretty sure she knew where to find one. Wade Langtry had just arrived in Texas, but he seemed darn sure of himself in trying to take a job that was hers. Cam had to admit, though, that he had what it took to wrestle cows and break stallions. In her braver moments, she even imagined what it might feel like to have the roughrider break her to the saddle or she him. Still, the virile stranger was untameable, much as she herself was. And she feared that in the days to follow, it wouldn't much matter if she lost her father's ranch she'd already lost her heart.