“I was meant to find ye a husband, lass… nae crave ye like a sin I cannae escape.”
Laird Darragh has no time for distractions if he is to save his clan from ruin. Now, a generous inheritance is within reach. The catch?
To access it, he must find a husband for the most infuriating healer. In a month. Should be easy enough. Until he meets the little minx…and loses control. *** Talia has no intention of marrying…ever.
But Darragh will not take no for an answer. So he drags her to his castle. Parades suitors before her. Only, his gaze doesn’t belong to a man meant to give her away. Hunger. Desire. Possession.
And now she can’t help but wonder. Why does Darragh’s touch make her forget she’s never meant to be his?
