“If ye want me gone, why do ye keep starin’ at my mouth like that?”

Valora MacNeacail steps into the ballroom like prey—willing to be hunted if it means sparing her sister from the same fate. What she doesnt expect is to end the night bound to a laird who smolders like sin… and claims to be her new husband.

Torrin Gunn came with one mission: to spy on his enemy. But when he learns women are being sold—and his rival means to take Valora—he acts on instinct, or possibly madness, and buys her first.

Now he’s stuck with a sharp-tongued bride who...

“If ye want me gone, why do ye keep starin’ at my mouth like that?”

Valora MacNeacail steps into the ballroom like prey—willing to be hunted if it means sparing her sister from the same fate. What she doesnt expect is to end the night bound to a laird who smolders like sin… and claims to be her new husband.

Torrin Gunn came with one mission: to spy on his enemy. But when he learns women are being sold—and his rival means to take Valora—he acts on instinct, or possibly madness, and buys her first.

Now he’s stuck with a sharp-tongued bride who loathes him… and has no idea she was auctioned off.

He has ten days to convince her to say “I do.”

One bed.

Zero touching-unless she asks.

Too bad their enemies are watching… and her “husband” is getting harder to resist.

Ten days, one vow, and a Highlander who swore not to touch her… unless she asked.