Researching her family tree brings Moirag McLellan to the Highlands and a foreboding castle–turned–hotel. She goes to sleep alone surrounded by modern amenities, but awakens in a room lit only by candles–and occupied by a gorgeous kilted man. And he's far too real to be just an erotic dream…
Glencovie Castle, 1715
Though Gavin MacIver doesn't know how the lusty wench in barely–there clothing came to be in his bed, he knows he never wants her to leave. But if her story of time–travel is true, how can he stop the only woman he's ever loved from slipping through his fingers once darkness fades into dawn?