Award-winning author Victoria Vane lets loose the fourth in the Hot Cowboy Nights series WILD HORSES COULDN'T BRING THEM TOGETHER... With exceptional talent and looks, cowboy "horse whisperer" Keith Russo once had the world at his feet ― until his career was unwittingly destroyed by an aspiring filmmaker. After being rejected by his family for exploiting his Native American heritage, Keith has no choice but to turn back to his humble beginnings as a wild horse wrangler. BUT MAYBE THEIR PASSION CAN... Miranda Sutton always dreamed of making films, until wild mustangs captured her heart. But turning her grandmother's Montana ranch into a wild horse sanctuary proves harder than she thought. She needs someone who knows wild horses. Keith and the mustangs need each other. And while working together to save the herd, Keith and Miranda discover a passion as wild as the mustangs they love. Praise for Slow Hand : "Scorching...witty...a red-hot cowboy tale...their sexual chemistry crackles." ― Publishers Weekly "Vane’s in-depth knowledge of wild mustangs adds realism to this novel, with its beautiful portrayal of the wilds of the desert as a parallel to the ever-changing but scintillating relationship between Miranda and Keith." ― Publishers Weekly " Vane’s fourth Hot Cowboy Nights novel is an interesting character study that features some particularly refreshing insight and development... Vane keeps the bar high by forcing her headstrong protagonists to confront who they truly are and what they want from each other, giving them room to grow and making their happy ending feel well-earned. Fans and newcomers alike will enjoy a satisfying reading experience." ― RT Book Reviews, 4 Stars Victoria Vane is a multiple award-winning romance novelist and history junkie whose collective works of fiction range from wildly comedic romps to emotionally compelling erotic romance. Victoria also writes historical fiction as Emery Lee and is the founder of the Romantic Historical Fiction Lovers Goodreads group and the Romantic Historical Lovers book review blog. She lives on the east coast of Florida. Chapter 1 With speakers blasting Aerosmith's "Back in the Saddle," the buckskin-clad rider vaulted onto the horse's back. Squeezing moccasin-covered heels into the animal's flanks, he pierced the air with a war cry and entered the arena at a hand gallop, crouched low over the pinto stallion's neck. Bareback and bridle-less, he performed an intricate series of maneuvers―flying lead changes, spins, and piaffes―before circling one last time and sliding to a stop in the center of the arena. Leaping to the ground, he strode the length of white-rail fence separating him from his enraptured spectators, leather fringe softly slapping long, muscular legs as his horse trailed closely behind. His black eyes were piercing, his cheekbones prominent, and his features, chiseled perfection. His physique was equally mouthwatering, honed of lean, hard muscle. "I'm not here to teach you how to train a horse," he said, black eyes dancing over his captivated audience. "That's not what this is about. I'm here to tell you how you can forge a lifelong partnership, a spiritual bond that is virtually unbreakable." He paused, the connection with his spectators almost palpable. "Just as in love," he continued, "there are three possible kinds of relationships you can have with your equine partner. The first is much like a stale marriage. You barely tolerate one another. When you speak, he mostly ignores you. Like a passionless husband, this horse is completely indifferent to you." He glanced over his shoulder. Cued to his movement, the horse turned his hindquarters and walked off. The audience snickered. "Unless, of course, he wants something from you." The horse came sauntering back to nudge his pocket, snatched a treat, and then promptly trotted away again with its head in the air. "As you might guess, this one-way relationship can lead only to frustration and ultimate dissatisfaction." He paused again, this time for effect. "The second kind of relationship is confrontational and combative. You fight all the time, exchange harsh words, maybe even blows. You use the crop, and he reciprocates with his teeth. You are almost fearful of him. When you ride, he bucks and rears, employing any tactic to get you off his back. You beg and plead, becoming euphoric with the least crumb of cooperation." He reached out tentatively toward the horse. It reared, baring its teeth, then kicked out and bolted across the arena. "The third kind of relationship is what we all seek―the romance and passion. The magical relationship when your two souls become one. Like a good lover, he not only responds to your sounds, moods, and body cues, but even comes to anticipate your innermost thoughts and unspoken desires." He looked over his shoulder with a smile. The horse came trotting up, offering his muzzle with a soft nicker. The man once more scanned the spellbound faces and his mouth