When she overheard him refuse to marry her, she swore to make him suffer any way she could. But Chase Summers wasn’t a man to be trifled with. Even though beautiful Jessie Blair could hold her own against any man in the territory – and was running the ranch by herself after land grabbers had murdered her father- Chase Summers drove her to a fury of frustration.
In her innocence, she did not understand how very much he desired her. Her beauty haunted him, her arrogance enraged him, she defied and tormented him . . .until his passion spilled over into violence. Yet nothing could soften her stubborn heart, it seemed, but to tame a man’s pride. And no woman tamed Chase Summers.
Yet when fortune called him halfway across the world, he realized how empty his world was without her. And the girl who had become a woman in his arms, knew at last in her heart where her destiny lay.
In trembling fear, she dared to refuse him, though her gentle beauty was the prize of his sword. And he, in his violent, aching need, could have taken her by force …had she not made want so much more. Between them were the-hatreds of their warring Scottish clans. Yet she struggled in vain to escape her desire for this enemy lord.
For beneath his roughness was a fierce, ardent tenderness that held her more strongly than the walls of his far Highland castle. Honor’s pride told her she must hate him. Yet her woman’s heart, awakening to the ecstasy of his touch, yearned desperately to yield… to surrender, and possess him completely… to be joined with him forever in love.