They called him the Shadow of the Highlands — a laird who ruled by fear and buried his enemies in the loch. When a brittle truce demands he wed the daughter of the clan that slaughtered his kin, he agrees to one thing only: a wife in name, a hostage in truth.
But Eilidh did not come to his fortress to be ruled. She came with secrets sharp enough to topple a kingdom — and a will that refuses to break beneath his.
“You may have my name, Laird. You will never have my surrender.”
What begins as a war of wills becomes something far more dangerous: a hunger neither can command. And when the truth of her arrival comes to light, he must choose between the throne he bled for and the queen who became his ruin.
