She was a Delacroix; she was bred to win . . .
Widower Matt Taggart, the local vet, had a couple of kids to raise and not a lot of time for headstrong, jet-set women like Jax Delacroix.
Jacqueline Delacroix had succeeded beautifully doing a man's job in a man's world. She had no desire to be the perfect wife and mother. But back home in Bayou Beltane, Jax was running into the same old Southern family expectations. This time, though, they were coming from little Amy Taggart ... and her irresistible dad.