“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.
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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.