Calamity Gene

When western-loving Gene St John is dumped by her long-time boyfriend, she re-routes her planned honeymoon from a romantic Caribbean resort to a Wyoming dude ranch, determined to toughen the hell up before striding into a man-free future. But one look at Three Range Ranch's hot-as-hell head wrangler quickly has her figuring she might as well indulge one last fantasy before embracing a life of vibrator-supplemented celibacy. This time, however, it'll be about sex and nothing but the sex, hold the hearts-and-flowers crap.

Trace Johnson knows the instant he claps eyes on Gene St John that she doesn't belong on a ranch - and she soon proves him right, lurching from one mishap to another. Keeping her in one piece wouldn't be so difficult if all her individual pieces weren't so tempting...and if she wasn't making it crystal clear that the souvenir she wants to take home is a notch on her bedpost. Well, Trace wasn't interested in being anyone's cowboy fantasy. He'd been there, done that, and had the scars to prove it. Calamity Gene was going to have to keep her damn distance.

Looks like it's game on!