Wed through an arranged marriage to a tyrannical Scot, Brigette Devereux picked up her pride and left. Her hair was red as a fox, her skin smooth as silk. Her pure complexion belied her fiery heart and her turbulent past. Her quest for freedom flung her straight into the embrace of Lord Iain MacArthur. She was rebellious; he was consuming. He was treacherous, and she was no stranger to treachery. She was fair, and he was darkness. Together they would set ablaze the time they had between them. Tossed from one tyrant to another, Brigette could not deny his evil ways, nor could she deny her passion for him.
His sweet-talking lips won her over, and he brought his new bride to Dunridge Castle. But was this really a castle, or would it be a prison? Before Brigette was willing to find out, she fled again. From Scottish countryside through highlands, across lakes, and down-country through England to the shadowy streets of London, Lord Iain MacArthur would chase his prize, and Brigette would flee the man who loved her. She was a free spirit, and he was driven to capture her heart!