Maggie Fletcher took one look at the mine she'd come thousands of miles to inherit and decided that once she adjusted to the vile living conditions, life wouldn't be so bad. It would be worse. If that weren't enough, no man in the town of Hoodee Doo would work for her because the mine, nicknamed the Hellhole, was haunted.

T. G. Manning also had a problem -- aside from his drinking, his debts, and his past. He couldn't mind his own business, least of all when a beautiful woman was involved.

So T. G. hired a crew of female ex-convicts to work the Hellhole and although the mine's luck wasn't changing much, his was: he was beginning to look damn good to Maggie. She had never seen eves so remarkably blue, or a chest so broad and manly. In fact, she was beginning to wonder if the treasure she sought was inside the cave, or in the arms of a man who promised a lifetime of riches...