Sometimes the only way out of hell is to keep on walking. Charity Harrington has learned the hard way: trust a gambler, and you'll end up broken. The sun-scorched ruin of Purgatory is exactly where she wants to be, with her past locked tight behind a cool smile and a steady hand. Trust another man with quick hands and quicker lies? She's not playing that hand again. Ever. Then JT Perrine stumbles into her life, half-dead with a bounty on his head. He's not looking to stay. She's not looking to let him. But night after night on the same porch, silence turns to glances that linger too long, touches that almost happen, a quiet that aches with everything unsaid. When Charity's past finds her again, she can't bluff her way free. JT rides into hell to bring her home, making a promise he won't break: no one hurts her and walks away. Not even if it means there'll be blood on his hands to keep that promise and bring her home.