Jasper McTavish, Tenth Duke of Northumberland, blah, blah, blah, he hated the pomp and pageantry of having the title of Duke. Especially when it was announced in the middle of a ball in the United States and he saw the gleam of financial interest in women’s eyes. He liked living like a regular man in the countryside of England, he liked wood crafting for his profitable business and he liked his peace. But when he was forced to perform his diplomatic duties he did it and longed for the evening to end. Except this time his uncle was with him and they expected him to fulfill another part of his lineage, marry someone they deemed suitable. Jasper was known for never fitting in the mold that was expected of him. So when he met the military attaché to the White House . He was intrigued and definitely smitten by the smart crisp Sergeant Zeva Troy. A plan formed in his mind, Jasper knew if this duke were to take a wife, it would be her. He had five days in Washington D. C to convince her to marry and to go home with him. The duke with a smooth accent, anything he owned. nor his title, definitely did not impress Zeva. Yet after a few steamy kisses and his offer or marriage and a life away from D.C, she could see the benefits of a change from the place she was starting to loathe. Jasper was all male dominance yet kind, and sexy as hell something that she saw in very few men. Acting on impulse she said yes to his proposal and they were off to meet his family. They were a pompous horrible bunch of people sans a few. But seeing that she maneuvered through deployments and politicians, these elitists were a piece of cake. Zeva found herself falling for the sexy duke and the marriage tuned from being in name only to something more. Would it last knowing that his family would try anything to tear them apart? Especially when they had no problem playing dirty.

The horrors Lord Haile Buchanan witnessed while serving in the British Army left scars branded into his soul. Survival dictates relegating those harrowing memories to the past. These days, he lives a quiet life running his Northumberland pub with few people knowing his title or his past. It’s more than enough excitement to keep him occupied and out of trouble—until he glimpses the stunning beauty sobbing beneath the awning of Hope Center. Common sense demands she’s not his burden to bear. Honor and decency refuses to let him walk away. Marisol Elliot can’t believe she uprooted her life back in the US only to be ruthlessly duped by a despicable catfisher. Now she’s stranded in a foreign country with nothing—and no one to help her. The last thing she expects is the gorgeous, ginger-haired stranger who rushes to her aide like a gallant knight in shining armor. When he offers her a strong shoulder to cry on and a hot meal at his pub, she gratefully accepts. And then when he offers her a job? It seems too good to be true. After all she’s been through, it’s hard to trust again. But something about Haile beckons to her like an irresistible beacon. Having Marisol in his employ is a far bigger boon than Haile ever expected. She’s a damn good bar manager and he’s lucky to have her. The one drawback? Being around her is stirring emotions he never expected to feel. Their chemistry is explosive and getting harder and harder to deny—for both of them. Just as the walls around their hearts begin to crumble, Mari’s past and a dangerous enemy threaten to destroy everything. Protecting her is Haile’s only mission—even if it means summoning his own past demons.