Trapped in the Laird's Keep

She was carried into his keep half-dead from the snow. He was the last man on earth who should want her to stay. Elspeth Muir is nineteen, herb-stained, and furious — a healer's apprentice with no patience for lairds. Callum Rannoch is forty-three, widowed, and iron: ruler of Dunmoss, keeper of a law that answers to no one, least of all himself. When fever sweeps his glen and her hands save lives his own physician cannot, he makes her the keep's healer — over the objections of the clan, his dead wife's kin, and his own better judgment. In stolen hours of grinding tinctures and traded confessions, his iron begins to warm. Then the cure that saved a village is named a poison, and the woman he can no longer live without is dragged to the hanging tree. Some laws are made to be kept. Some are made to be broken.