When Malcolm McNair sees the ethereal beauty on the
battlements, wielding her crossbow, he swears he's been
bewitched by a powerful fairy queen. But Rosalind of
Beaumont is definitely all woman, a lady of fierce
determination, ready to do all it takes to safeguard her
home from invasion.
Never has Rosalind seen a warrior equal to Malcolm
McNair, and her resolve to hide her attraction to this
burly Scott proves impossible. But she is English born--
a guarded truce is all she can hope for. Why, then, does
Malcolm's merest touch promise so much more?