Phoenix Snow came into the world already at a disadvantage and not just because of her name. She's the short, plain daughter of a supermodel, but she's learned to make the best of it. Instead of being in front of the camera, she's behind it. A fashion photographer in L.A., she's happy enough just to photograph beautiful people if she can't be one.
She has a great eye and she never misses a shot. That photo of her fiancé with his hand up a runway model's skirt is particularly sharp. It cuts to the bone, in fact. Before she's even aware of what she's doing, she's hopped on a plane to Star Valley, Wyoming to get as far away from L.A. as possible.
For Phoenix, the Tetons are a happy, hazy memory of summers spent with her grandfather, August Snow, world famous wildlife photographer. He's gone now, but he left Phoenix his quaint little cabin, nestled in the bend of the great Snake River. It's the perfect place to hide out and lick her wounds.
Well, it would be, if it had a roof. Or indoor plumbing. Or a working fireplace. She'd settle for a soft bed at this point. But no amount of hardship will make her turn back, not even when latin lothario Gabriel Vasquez heats up her sheets every night, but tells her to get the hell out of dodge every morning.
As the Twister for the Barlow family, Gabe's job is to break in new horses, but it's been just as fun teaching Phoenix a thing or two about how to ride cowboys. He enjoys bedding down with his little city girl, but as far as he's concerned she isn't cut out for Wyoming and should just go back home where she belongs. He's been burned before by a high-class woman who claimed to be ready for the ranch and the ride, a woman who turned out to be anything but.
Gabe's not making that mistake again, but he'll enjoy Phoenix while she's here. God knows he can't resist the challenge she presents. It's painfully obvious that Phoenix Snow hasn't been under the hand of a strong, savvy male before, but she'll learn to respond to Gabe's every touch soon enough, like any nervous, untrusting filly does for a good, skilled cowboy—at least for as long as she's in Star Valley.
