When Clarissa Kelly inherits an Irish castle, the only one thing standing in her way is the devilishly handsome man living there.
The American girl thinks she can take my castle?
Wildheath is rightly mine. The old man promised it to me.
Then here comes this gorgeous girl who thinks she can just land on my doorstep with her windswept hair, bat those pretty green eyes at me, and I’ll just give in.
No matter how much she distracts me with those full, pouty lips, or how cute that dimple on her left cheek happens to be—she’s not taking away MY castle.
No. I’ll not let that lass outfox me, no matter how badly I want to press her against the wall and give her a proper welcome…