Nina Bangs's new book is outrageous, earthy, and just plain fun. Kathy Bartlett's marriage to Pete (whose initials, PMS, summed up the quality of their relationship) had confirmed the pretty hairdresser's impression that men knew nothing about women, sex, or fun. Then, one Christmas Eve, stranded beside a highway, she wished herself somewhere else - somewhere warm and peaceful, with a man eager to do her bidding. The next moment she was definitely somewhere else - but it was the dangerous, wintry Highlands of 1542, and at her side was an infuriating man who called himself the Pleasure Master. Her new companion had the face of a dark angel and a body made for sin. She figured she knew his type: There'd be a few generic compliments, he'd have his way, and she'd be left alone and unsatisfied. This time, she wasn't falling for it. She was wrong.