HE WAS ONE HUNDRED PERCENT MALE... Harriet Pendleton already knew why ninety percent of the women chose him: Tyler Jordan was perfection. But it wasn't T/s broad shoulders, or heavenly brown eyes. No, Harriet had seen the soul of the man who had raised a sibling...and whose smile had made an ungraceful duckling feel swanlike long ago.... AND HE MADE HER FEEL EVERY INCH A WOMAN Now she was again on his ranch with the reluctant contest winner, only this time as "Harrie Snow," world photojournalist with a hot new image. No surprise, Ty didn't recognize her. But shockingly, Mr. I-Can-Have-Any-Woman seemed to want her. But her mission had been to reclaim her heart relinquished years ago. Only, those odds weren't looking so good...