“I’ve come to collect what is mine. Me bride and I will be leavin’ tonight.”
The King has decreed: Isabelle must marry Laird McNeil. Izzy thinks she is just attending a ball. Instead, it is the end of her freedom.
She is betrothed to a Highlander – and he is more brutish than she expected. Izzy vows to never submit to him… No matter how his touch burns her skin.
*** Laird Aaron has no desire to marry – he only wants revenge for his brother’s death. But the King has spoken. And his bride? A sassenach. Aaron expects her to be a meek little lass.
Instead, he gets a feisty hellion – and she challenges him at every turn. Aaron is now obsessed – and he will make the lass beg for his touch. For no one says no to him.
