Evil was the first word that came to mind when Anne Garthwicke came upon ominous Castle MacCairn. Duty bound to help her father appraise the holdings, she had no choice but to stay. Her reservations only grew as she worked, surrounded by ancient weapons that included a wicked-looking broadsword bearing an inscription she couldn't begin to decipher. And her trepidation deepened still more after meeting the laird. Proud and powerful, he embodied all the wildness of the Scottish highlands and incited dreams of carnal passion such as Anne had never experienced. But his temper was as mercurial as the sea. Achingly tender one moment and roughly forceful the next, Ruairdh MacCairn had a beast within straining to break loose. And according to legend, it was only a matter of time before the monster would escape. Anne already knew her heart was lost, but she could only hope that when the moment of fate arrived, her body wouldn't be sacrificed as well.
