A man… More beast than human. Bloodthirsty, forged by pain, driven by the relentless promise of vengeance. He’s a legend, a shadow haunting the Highlands. Heart frozen, soul damned, and fury sharper than the blade he wields.   A woman… Ripped from the 21st century. Fierce, modern, with no clue how she’s been hurled into the savage 16th century. Her eyeliner smudged like war paint, her clothes alien in a world so brutal. Calista is lost, trembling inside, but outwardly unbreakable. She bows to no one—especially not to a man.   Destiny has a wicked sense of humor. One minute she’s in her apartment; the next, face-to-face with a savage warrior who’s convinced she’s a witch. The kind of witch that should burn. And this man? He’s terrifying and too hot for her sanity. Pure sin on legs, with murder in his eyes.   Lachlan—brutal, relentless, lost to the darkness—sees only one truth when he meets her: she’s cursed. Sent by demons to tempt him, to ruin him. She’s no mere woman—she’s a witch, an English witch, as if it could possibly get worse. But what he doesn’t realize is that Calista is his salvation—the one sent across time to stitch together the broken pieces of his soul. She’s the key he never knew he needed, the light that could banish his eternal darkness… if he doesn’t destroy her first

Fate ripped her to the past, but desire will decide if she survives. Because while Lachlan’s hands are meant to kill, they’re also made to claim… and Calista might just be the woman to bring him to his knees.