As a twenty-first century farmer, Kenzie MacMartin knows if she doesn't recover that ram that cost her a bundle, her dog won't be the only one howling in the Highlands. And to make matters worse, when she chases that sheep through a cave, she discovers a troupe of re-enactors mucking up her land with some kind of clan skirmish. The only upside is their handsome leader-until he kidnaps her.
Mathias Stronach questions his sanity in laying claim to the strangely dressed woman and her dog. Perhaps he should have let the MacPhersons take her. Then, she would've distracted them instead of him. Such fire in this feisty lass. He'd bet his best dagger; her passions burn just as fiercely. Makes a man think twice about choices he's made. Like promising to marry a woman he's never loved so he can be the next chieftain of Clan Stronach.
When Kenzie realizes she's barged into the thirteenth century, her priority is getting back to that cave and hoping she'll find her way back home. But vengeful clans, a medieval sociopath, and the warrior who draws her in like a bee to sweet clover thwarts that priority at every turn. Her head knows better. Her heart refuses to listen.
