The ranch had always been her world. Now she was on her way to the National Championship. If she won, her financial problems would be solved. There would be high stud fees, a chance to make Casa Contenta the finest Arabian horse-breeding farm in California.

But it was too late. Flint Michaels had bought it out from under her. Helplessly, Jennifer Globe watched him put his masculine stamp on everything -- everything that had been hers. He held the reins. He was used to getting his way in the world -- and with women. She had no choice but to work for him as trainer and manager. But staying didn't mean surrender. As he held her in his arms and gazed down at hen asserting his all but irresistible mastery, she told herself he hadn't won Not yet!