THE PREACHER OWNS EVERY DROP OF MY SURRENDER. I am Dakota Jennings, a woman of lead and leather. I spent my life hunting outlaws across the Wyoming dust. Now, my own body is the enemy. The loss of my child left me with a heavy, aching burden. Every jolt of the trail is agony. I seek shade in the Sheridan chapel, desperate to hide the damp stains on my duster. I need a miracle. Instead, I find Boone Shelton. He is not a soft man of God. He is a tower of rugged muscle with hands calloused by the ranch. He sees my secret and calls it a necessity. In the shadows of the hayloft, he claims me. He takes it upon himself to milk the tension from my body. His iron grip provides the only relief I have ever known. I am no longer a predator. I am a woman being tended to by a master who demands total surrender. Gunner Jones is closing in. He is a rival hunter with a mean streak and a thirst for scandal. He wants to expose our secret to the town elders. He wants to ruin the man who saved me. Boone does not care about his collar or his reputation. He has traded his sermons for a primal fury. He will break anyone who tries to take me from his barn. I am his most precious possession, and he will destroy anyone who tries to take me.