They're the black sheep—the bad boys every good girl wants to have hold her, touch her, take her, love her. . .
"I have some spare beer, if you're interested. . ."
I'd know that voice anywhere, and every time I hear it, it makes me sweat. If you saw Donovan MacLeod, trust me, you'd need a change of clothes, too. It's been eighteen years, but he's got the same cocky swagger, silver-gray eyes, and sexy smile that promises a whole lot of trouble. Not that I'll ever find out because he loathes me—thinks I'm some spoiled princess. So, there's something I've just got to ask. . .
"Why are you here, Donovan?"
Well, Kate Sutherland, how about, I've fantasized about you for eighteen years? Or, I wanted to remember how it feels to need a cold shower every time you flick that perfect blond hair out of your blue eyes? Yeah, good answers, but truth is I came back to help, because I think you're in for some trouble. My bad-boy gut says you're gonna need me—in more ways than one. . .