They call him the Devil .

He is the most notorious laird of Scotland: fierce, cold, deadly . . . and maybe even worse. However Evelinde has simply decided to wed him. Anything, she thinks, is better than her cruel stepmother. Though Evelinde should be wary of the gossips, she can’t help but become attracted to this warrior . . . for the Devil from the Highlands inspires a temperature 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 continuing future of his clan. He must look for a wife, a female to keep him sons and heed his instructions. He has no need for beauty or sophistication, but one flavor of his wonderful bride’s sweet lips as well as the sultry feel of her epidermis arouse an untamed passion. Perhaps there’s even more to marriage than he believed . . .