Ellair MacAllister is a war chief, a spy, and—if anyone asks—a damn good swordsman. He’s used to dangerous tasks, but nothing prepares him to be greeted by a dagger to the groin.
Or the fierce, maddeningly beautiful… woman that wields it.
Rosalind Fletcher will do anything to protect her brother—even become the leader a smuggling ring. And while she needs someone to watch her back, she rarely trusts men. Especially a certain infuriatingly handsome, silver-tongued swordsman.
But Ellair fights like a warrior, teases like a rogue, and stares at her like he’s already undressed her in his mind. And she likes it.
Neither of them needs the slow-burn desire igniting between them. Because if Rosalind finds out who Ellair really is, she might just kill him. If he is not forced to do it first.
In her world, secrets are currency. But his kiss might be her undoing…
