When Malcolm McNair sees the ethereal beauty on the battlements, wielding her crossbow, he swears he's been bewitched by a powerful fairy queen. But Rosalind of Beaumont is definitely all woman, a lady of fierce determination, ready to do all it takes to safeguard her home from invasion.

Never has Rosalind seen a warrior equal to Malcolm McNair, and her resolve to hide her attraction to this burly Scott proves impossible. But she is English born -- a guarded truce is all she can hope for. Why, then, does Malcolm's merest touch promise so much more?