She runs from a forced marriage. He runs from lies. They both run from love.
No! Absolutely not! Never! He dictates and drinks until drunk. I'd kill him before our wedding day has ended.
Sorrell let's her step-brother know that she wants no part of the marriage he arranged for her. Unfortunately, the Clan Macardle is in dire straits and this marriage would prove beneficial. Besides, it's not like there's a line of suitors vying for her. She's a spitfire, though you would never know it with her petite size. Unafraid and strongminded, Sorrell lets nothing stand in her way. Not even the giant of a man who arrives at Macardle keep looking for shelter and food for a couple of days.
John is surprised by the wee woman's fearlessness, by her foolishness, and by her beauty. She gets herself into more difficult situations than he thought possible. But it is none of his concern. He is there only for a few days, then he'll be gone. His life has been a...