Lady Aileana Grant just wants to help her starving clan at Christmastide. So she pilfers some vegetables from the bastard Laird James MacDonald-the Devil, they call him. When the Devil shows up and demands marriage as recompense for the thievery, Aileana can't believe it when her brother agrees. Even if she's able to negotiate a severance on Twelfth Night, that's still two weeks to put up with the laird in enemy territory. She's counting down the days, even if James isn't quite the disgusting cretin she'd imagined.
James needs to marry an enemy bride in order to inherit his fortune. Cursed restrictions. He'd been unable to look away from Aileana's untamed beauty ever since she squared off with him. He might as well handfast with the infernal lass. He'd get his money and perhaps some peace among the clans. He has a fortnight to win the heart of the lady with the voice of an angel despite her sharp tongue.
Twelfth Night is merry and bright as Aileana and James realize...
