"Love thy neighbor, 'tis said. A fine idea, except when the neighbour in question is Lord Holden. Lady Helen Tiernay has complained frequently about his treatment of his people. Too frequently perhaps, for the king intends to curb their constant bickering by ordering them to wed. Helen can't refuse a royal decree, but she'll do everything possible to drive away her devilishly attractive husband-to-be. Holden has faced all manner of horrors on the battlefield. But marriage to 'the tyrant of Tiernay' is still a worrying prospect - until he glimpses Helen in the flesh. What flesh it is - soft, lush, made for his touch. If she weren't so intent on thinking up devious ways to prevent consummating their bond, Helen would see how perfect they are together, and that a marriage begun as enemies can turn to absolute pleasure." --

"Love thy neighbor, 'tis said. A fine idea, except when the neighbor in question is Lord Holden. Lady Helen Tiernay has complained frequently about his treatment of poeple. Too frequently perhaps, for the king intendes to curb their constant bickering by ordering them to wed. Helen can't refuse a royal decree, but she'll do everything possible to drive away her devilishly attractive husband-to-be. Holden has faced all manner of horrors on the battlefield. But marriage to "the tirant of Tiernay" is still a worrying prospect-- until her glimpses Helen in the flesh. What flesh it is ... soft, lush, made for his touch. If she weren't so intent on thinking up devious ways to prevent consummating their bond, Helen would see how perfect they are together, and that a marriage begun as enemies can turn to absolute pleasure."--