By Lynsay Sands
They name him the satan . . .
He is the main infamous laird of Scotland: fierce, chilly, lethal . . . and perhaps even worse. but Evelinde has simply agreed to wed him. something, she thinks, is best than her merciless stepmother. although Evelinde can be cautious of the rumors, she can not help yet be interested in this warrior . . . for the satan of the Highlands conjures up a warmth inside of her that's not like something she has ever known.
They may possibly name him no matter what they need, yet Cullen, Laird of Donnachaidh, cares just for the way forward for his extended family. He needs to discover a spouse, a girl to endure him sons and heed his instructions. He has little need for attractiveness or grace, yet one style of his stunning bride's candy lips and the sultry suppose of her pores and skin arouse an untamed ardour. possibly there is extra to marriage than he idea . . .