The nuns called her Esperanza because her sweet face and ethereal beauty brought hope to all she knew. But no one at the secluded desert convent guessed that behind her angelic smile burned a hot flame of desire.
Only one man could touch that smoldering core and fan it to life with his blazing kisses. But Jake Banner was a man of violence, not a man of God. He was a feared gunfighter, who took lives instead of saving souls. He was the stepbrother she had always adored, the lover whose forbidden embrace would send her soaring to the heavens, only to leave her a . . . FALLEN ANGEL.