I should've been afraid of the fearsome warrior riding atop his shiny black steed, still cloaked in the rage of battle and cradling his younger brother's lifeless body. But when our eyes met, the world fell silent, and I could no longer breathe.

I'd never seen that striking man before, but my body said otherwise.

As a healer in a quiet town on the Isle of Skye, my days are spent preparing herbal remedies, curing fevers, and tending minor injuries-not treating warriors with fatal wounds or longing for the touch of a captivating stranger.

Lachlan MacLeod shattered that rhythm the moment he rode into my yard. Awash with guilt, he barely spoke, yet his intense gaze did with words that heated my skin.

When he returned the next day to thank me, his voice melted away my fear. His fingers brushed my cheek. He stood too close. Then I told him my name-Isla Sutherland-and his eyes flashed with anger. Without another word, he turned and fled, leaving only a cloud of dust in his wake.

He wanted to despise me. Fate would not allow it.

Defying bloodlines, betrayal, and heartbreak, we are drawn into an all-consuming passion.

But when tragedy strikes once more, we must confront the truth of buried forgiveness... and trust in the power of a love bound for eternity.