Marking one's territory was never so naughty... Wild Oats, Book 2 Dolan Crane would love to hate the beautiful new veterinarian who's horning in on his territory. It's tough when the flame-haired fantasy come true makes his body burn with just a smile. The smart thing to do is forget about her, so perhaps a threesome arranged by his old college buddy is just what he needs to get her out of his head. Divorcee Tracy Marx has followed her restless feet to Santa Ysabel to start a new practice-and maybe find someone to take her outside the boundaries of vanilla sex. Instead she finds trouble in the form of a cowboy whose dark, sexy gaze lights her up-and could also destroy any chance of success. The best thing to do is stay far, far away from him. When Dolan shows up for the promised night of fantasy, he's shocked to find Tracy has traded her medical bag for a leather bustier and bondage gear. Tracy would like nothing better than to slap that smirk right off Dolan's face, but the prospect of being sandwiched between two men is impossible to resist-even if one of them is her adversary. Besides...no one calls her chicken. Warning, this title contains the following: Ride-me-cowboy sex, hot, explicit menage scenes, light bondage, graphic language, and a heated romp in the hay.