HE BOUGHT ME WITH BLOOD AND IRON. I was a gift of peace. A virgin sacrifice to settle my father's debts. Now I belong to Tyrone Lee, the scarred barbarian of the Iron Crag. He is a mountain of muscle and cold steel. He did not ask for my hand. He took it. He claims I am his by right of contract. I am a prize of war in a world that knows no mercy. His hands are heavy. His gaze is a brand. Every inch of this fortress smells of heather and dominance. I tried to run into the Highland mist. He found me. He crushed my rebellion with a single look. He demands more than my body. He wants my total surrender. My heart betrays me in the dark. I fear his power, yet I crave the heat he ignites within me. Other men want to steal me away. Maverick Wellington watches from the shadows with a bloodthirsty grin. He thinks I am a trophy to be won. He is wrong. Tyrone will kill anyone who touches what is his. The Highland winds howl with the promise of war. I am the spark that will set the north on fire.