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 to equal Malcolm MacNair, and her resolve to hite her attraction to this burly Scot 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?