This widow ignites a Highlander's passion...and a rival's jealousy.

Rogue, Book 6

Bridget MacLeod's arranged marriage was pleasant, but it lacked passion. And after her husband's death from a fever, she resolves to carry his painful secret to the grave.

When she seeks a change of scenery, she arrives to find her sister's home in Arisaig empty, her letter announcing her arrival gone astray. She has no choice but to accept Alasdair MacDonald's invitation to stay with his boisterous family. Alasdair is dangerous territory. Bridget remembers only too well her reaction to him when she stitched a wound in his muscular thigh last spring.

Alasdair recalls the way Bridget's cool fingers touched his skin and heated other parts of him. But Bridget's a grieving widow, so he must act the gentleman--a resolution that burns to cinders in the flames of their mutual attraction.

But a jealous pair of female eyes notices their lingering glances and furtive touches. A woman who will do whatever it takes to make Alasdair her own. Trickery, seduction, blackmail...and something she has done before and won't hesitate to do again. Murder.

Contains a woman who knows her place, and it's not trailing meekly after a man, and a braw Scotsman caught between honor and desire. A wee dram of Scotch would not be amiss! Please read responsibly.