HE IS A SAVAGE IN NEED OF RELEASE. I found Jace Austin broken on a mud-slicked road. He is a legend of the rodeo. A man carved from iron and stone. He saved me from a predator, but the cost was his own blood. Now the storm is howling against my cabin walls. He is trapped in a dangerous, delirious fever. His body is redlining from a masculine tension that threatens to shatter him. I am the only one who can save him. I use my hands to extract the pressure. I take the heavy burden from his system. It is a primal necessity. It is a total surrender. In the shadows of the timber walls, the god of the plains becomes mine to heal. My touch breaks the fever and resets his soul. The men who want my land are coming for us. They think he is incapacitated. They think I am an easy target. They are wrong. My care didn't just restore his life. It sharpened his protective instincts into a lethal edge. He is rising from his sickbed with a new kind of hunger. He is no longer a drifter looking for an eight-second ride. He is the ruin of every man who dares to touch what belongs to him.