After the death of her father, Lady Evelinde lives in fear of Edda, her stepmother. Edda has an irrational hatred of Evelinde. When Edda summons her with a glowing smile, Evelinde knows her life will change -- and not for the better. Evelinde cannot contain her horror, for Edda has arranged a marriage with the Devil of Donnachaidh. Fleeing to her favorite place by the waterfall at the river, Evelinde does not find peace. Her horse collides with a Highlander. Evelinde peppers him with questions about the Devil of Donnachaidh, while looking him over for injuries after their impact.
Cullen, the Laird of Donnachaidh, stumbles upon a fair lass riding near naked in the meadows. After their infamous crash, Cullen discovers Evelinde is his betrothal and he could not be happier. Usually his reputation scares lasses away. Rumors have swirled around him suggesting he had a hand in the death of his father and wife. People always seemed to believe the worst of him. After meeting the cruel Edda, Cullen immediately marries Evelinde and takes her back to Scotland.
Always a quiet man of action, Cullen tries to show by his actions his growing affection for his chattering and innocent wife. Evelinde wants to show Cullen her strengths and she undertakes looking into the rash of deaths that surround him. Before long, Evelinde begins to have numerous accidents. A murderer is among his family and friends and Cullen must find him before Evelinde suffers a fatality.
Ms. Sands temporarily leaves her paranormal tales and returns to her roots in this Scottish medieval romance. Her uniquely funny voice has been missed. The mischievous Evelinde and the rugged Cullen lift your spirits with their engaging antics and their growing love affair. The mystery compliments the tale and the identity of the killer is a complete surprise.
They call him the Devil . . .
He is the most notorious laird of Scotland: fierce, cold, deadly . . . and maybe even worse. Yet Evelinde has just agreed to wed him. Anything, she thinks, is better than her cruel stepmother. Though Evelinde should be wary of the rumors, she can't help but be drawn to this warrior . . . for the Devil of the Highlands inspires a heat within her that is unlike anything she has ever known.
They may call him whatever they wish, but Cullen, Laird of Donnachaidh, cares only for the future of his clan. He must find a wife, a woman to bear him sons and heed his commands. He has no need for beauty or grace, but one taste of his lovely bride's sweet lips and the sultry feel of her skin arouse an untamed passion. Perhaps there's more to marriage than he thought . . .
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