Shiloh wasn't a typical omega... He liked his boots tall, his shirts short and his Alpha's big and bad. He gives just as good as he takes, and he could ride a cowboy like the devil. Working at the pleasure house in Greyhounds Canyon, Shiloh was content with his life in the town of Helena that's until he finally met his match. Michael Cox was a stone-cold killer. A ruthless bounty hunter with a wiry grin, smoking hot body, and legs that would make even a bull shudder. Shiloh knew he was in for the ride of his life when Michael came to his bed. It ends just as quickly as it starts and Michael Cox disappears like doused smoke from a fire. Good riddance. Even though Shiloh's heart had beaten out of his chest at the mere sight of the black leather-clad Alpha, with his wicked guns and dimpled grin, Michael Cox was the sweetest sin. In the South, we take our whiskey neat, and our scars with a dose of pride. Shiloh was getting on just fine without him until he was taken in the middle of the night by Michael's sworn enemies. Can Shiloh survive? Or will Michael have to unleash the animal inside him to get his Omega back? Warning: M/M cowboy romance, deals with mature themes such as kidnapping, discussions of assault, and mature subject matter. Please be advised.