Cimmy Monroe has a fascination with the Old West that borders on obsession. She's seen every Western ever made - and those with spankings in them more times than she could count. When she visits a ghost town in Arizona that has been turned into a living exhibit, she is in heaven.
But she doesn't stay there long; awakening one morning to find a man in her room who seems to think it is the nineteenth century, that she is a lady of the evening, and who, she discovers quickly as bullets fly past her head, is a disgraced Texas Ranger who is on the run from the law himself.
It doesn't take long for Cimmy to discover that she isn't dreaming, she hasn't lost her mind, but that she has indeed traveled back in time... to the year 1880, to be exact.
There is something about this odd woman that tickles Jude Buchanan's mind. She isn't like anyone he has ever met before, and although he found her asleep in the bed of a known prostitute, in the middle of a brothel, he knew from the get- go that she was special. And he immediately wants more, wanting to lay claim to her as his own, to bring her to those dizzying heights of lust and submission again and again, and to show her who is in charge when she needs it. Which, with such a stubborn wench, seems to be multiple times a day.
With one being captured in time, can they both be captured in love?