Only Once in Many Generations Does a Woman of the Fitzgerald Clan Bear the Mark—and the Gift—of the Rose... She had seen him before in her dreams. But the handsome soldier hiding in the deep purple shadows of her father's stables was now terribly real. Deirdre was only a child, but felt she must help him escape the English troops - for she knew this wild Irish rebel with hair as dark as a raven's wing and eyes as blue as the summer sky was destined to be her one true love. Someday she would meet this fierce, magnificent stranger again...and he would remember the mark of the rose on her creamy white skin. Then he would know she was no longer an innocent girl, but a full-grown passionate woman, one ripe for the ecstasy of desire...and ready for an eternity of love.