A rakehell. A scoundrel. Sir Aidan Kane was both and not the senstive, lonely widower Norah Linton had expected to find. She had been tricked into coming to Castle Rathcannon by letters actually penned by Cassandra, Aidan's high-spirited daughter. Cass, as beautiful as a fairytale princess, had decided to give her wayward father the perfect gift -- a wife. Now Norah was face to face with a dark-haired, green-eyed devil who not only didn't want her, but it was whispered, had murdered the first Mrs. Kane.
The mere idea of being leg-shackled to a prim, on-the-shelf spinster put Aidan Kane in a roaring bad temper. Then he realized who this chit was. As granddaughter of the great General Linton, Norah had the untarnished repuation and respected name that could keep Cass from being snubbed for his sins when she came out in London. Yet there was a danger in marrying this courageous woman who stood her ground before his wrath. She might discover the vulnerable man beneath his devil-may-care mask, crack the ice around his heart, and let loose feelings that promised all the delights of heaven...or a desire that could damn them both.
The mere idea of being leg-shackled to a prim, on-the-shelf spinster put Aidan Kane in a roaring bad temper. Then he realized who this chit was. As granddaughter of the great General Linton, Norah had the untarnished repuation and respected name that could keep Cass from being snubbed for his sins when she came out in London. Yet there was a danger in marrying this courageous woman who stood her ground before his wrath. She might discover the vulnerable man beneath his devil-may-care mask, crack the ice around his heart, and let loose feelings that promised all the delights of heaven...or a desire that could damn them both.
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