When nightfall comes, and the haar blows in, bar yer doors and cover yer heads. For the vengeful fog of Tarbat Ness comes to order MacDanua's pipes to play for the pleasure of she was scorned. If ye hear their mournful melody in full, fall to yer knees and bid yer life farewell. For tragedy comes to claim yer soul before the toll of the year's last bell.

For over two hundred years, Chieftain Wolfe MacDanua has been cursed into the painfully twisted form of a half-blind beggar until the evil mist comes each evening to restore him to his former greatness and forces him to play the pipes for his spurned lover, Morrigan-the-wicked, a powerful witch who lends new meaning to the saying, “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned”. The only brightness in his wretched existence is Ethne. The precious lass who somehow sees past his grotesque, wasted shape and cares naught a wit about his past sins. But she must go from MacDanua Castle and never return. For her own safety. Because the darkness senses her. And it comes.

He doesn't wed them—he beds them. Except for her. Or so he hopes.

Lady Blessing is about to fill her brother's bed with frogs. It doesn't matter that he's the newest Duke of Broadmere. What matters is that the fool is determined to marry her off as quickly as possible so he can access the entirety of the family's coffers. She has no interest in marrying. Up until Papa died, she did as she pleased, pursuing her interest in astronomy. But now that mourning for her father has officially ended, her ridiculous brother insists she spend her nights attending parties instead of studying the skies.

Lord Thorne Knightwood is a confirmed rake and enjoys other men's wives—immensely so. He swore off marriage long ago as a guarantee of never becoming like his father. But then he comes upon the incomparable Lady Blessing, a beauty more intent on studying the stars than filling her dance card. This newest darling of the ton tempts him to rethink his future. Except she ignores him. Tells him to go away. No woman ever tells him to go away.

Even though Blessing knows Thorne beds them but never weds them, she finds his persistence and creativity to get her attention impossible to ignore. And he likes cats. Another point in his favor. But just as things become delightful, his past comes crashing in and could prove fatal—not only for their relationship, but for him.

She swore if she ever saw him again, she would shoot him. But that was before the queen commanded her to marry the rogue rather than kill him.

Lady Sophie Redwell's formative years were spent training in espionage rather than the arts of the gentler sex. After all, her illustrious parents, Lord and Lady Rydleshire, were two of the best agents ever to serve the Crown. When Sophie was born a month after her father's assassination, her brilliant mother devised a scheme to secure a future for herself and her daughter. She fabricated Sophie's fake twin brother, the 4th Earl of Rydleshire, to safeguard the family's wealth and status. But the dangerous scheme has developed a flaw: a blackmailer more interested in blood than money.

Sir Nash Bromley, a knight with a penchant for military service and a dislike for being tethered, is unfortunately a favorite of the queen's. Unfortunately a favorite because Her Majesty has an agenda for him. In the face of a blackmailing assassin threatening not only her closest friends but herself as well, the queen orchestrates a marriage between him and Sophie as one step in the plan to dismantle the Rydleshire scheme and capture the blackguard bent on destroying them all.

As Nash grapples with the unexpected turn of events, he discovers Sophie would rather kiss a toad with the pox than be in the same room with him. When he sees the awkward duckling he knew ten years ago has become an incomparable swan, he regrets how he used to tease her when he wasn't ignoring her completely. Perhaps marriage is not so unfortunate after all.

On the surface, the queen's plan seems flawless. Declare the fake earl dead, bestow the title upon Nash, and eliminate the false peer scheme to disarm the blackmailer and set a trap to capture him—or her. But there's a hitch: Sophie's unforgiving heart that Nash broke all those years ago. Determined to protect the empire she's fought for all her life, she refuses to forget his callous treatment, even if it me.

He's a fifteenth century Highlander pirate.

She's a twenty-first century girl who just got jilted at the altar.

What could they possibly have in common?

Tricksy gods and goddesses reweaving the tapestry of time.

Harley Trent loves her job as a caregiver at the nursing home. Those sweet old people help her as much as she helps them. Especially after she caught her fiancé with her best friend in the chapel's back room right before their wedding. But she's determined to move past that humiliation. And also determined that there will be no more men for the foreseeable future. She's got other goals now. Save up and head to the ocean. It may take a while, but she'll get there. Until then, she enjoys taking care of the residents in the retirement home. Especially the newest one. Mr. MacCallen. A man who loves the sea as much as she does. He's an odd duck who keeps to himself. But that's all right. She's taken care of odd ducks before. Until he shows her that antique locket and everything goes horribly wrong.

Fifteenth century Highlander Ronan MacKay's magical birthright is dominion over the seas and everything in them. While his clan rules over the northeastern tip of the Highlands, he sails the oceans, reveling in the excitement and wonder of the untamable waters—until the gnawing starts. A persistent wee beastie chewing at his heart, urging him to chart a course for the one who needs him, the one pleading for him to save them. But where are they? Who are they? And what threatens them? With any luck, his mother will know or at least know where to look since she happens to be a talented, twenty-first century witch.