Isolated by the icy storms of the North Atlantic, the isle of lona was only a temporary haven for its mistress. Lona MacLean, daughter of a rebel and traitor to the crown, knew that it was only a matter of time before the bloody Sasannachs came for her. But she had a stout Scottish heart, and the fiery beauty had given up dreams of happiness years before. One task remained—to protect her people.

But the man who landed upon Iona's rain-swept shores was not an Englishman. The handsome intruder was a Scot, and a crafty one at that. His clever words left her tossing. and turning in her bed long into the night. His kiss promised an end to the ghosts that had plagued both her people and her heart. And in his powerful embrace, Lona found an ecstasy she'd long ago forsworn.