Her brother's near mortal wounding hadn't done it. Fleeing
to the rolling hills of the Highlands had failed as well.
And while being captured by the most dangerous-looking
Scotsmen she'd ever imagined had come close, it was
staring up at two of the thickest, most well-muscled
thighs she'd ever seen that drove Kyla over the edge. But
the madness that overwhelmed her felt strangely like
desire. It warmed places she'd never known existed. But,
even should the handsome Galen MacDonald sweep her up and
marry her, she would still be sworn to return and destroy
her enemies. Yet if she could enlist the fierce warrior's
aid? The Scottish laird had claimed that the sweetest dish
of all was never served cold...