His Highland Ruin

Eleanor Ashby travels north under a name that isn't hers, promised to a Highland heir she has never met. She finds instead Callum Grant, laird of a starving glen, twice her age, and colder than the loch in March. He needs her English coin. She needs a husband who will not look too closely at her papers. They handfast for a year and a day. It should be a bargain. It becomes a marriage in truth, night by night, hearth by hearth, until Eleanor remembers what is buried in her trunks: the letters that prove her dowry was signed by the man who burned Callum's clan. When the glen finds out, she must choose between the life she was raised for and the one she has bled into. Callum must choose between vengeance and the woman in his bed.