The moment Lord Brian Fritzwarren saw the saucy, slender wench bathing in the river he could not staunch his desire. Her fresh, sun-warmed skin beckoned for his touch. Her flawless, seductive face invited him to rain fiery kisses along her delicate curves. That she was his enemy's daughter no longer mattered. The masterful lord resolved that somehow he would claim the irresistible beauty as his own. While she frolicked in the sparkling water, tawny-haired Maegan felt she was being watched..then she met the smoldering gleam in Brian's smoke-gray eyes. Her cheeks flushed with shame--but her blood pounded hotly in her veins as he boldly gazed upon her body. Shivering with fear and delight, Maegan fought what she instinctively knew: she could never let herself love her foe, but their paths would forever be entwined, their lives entangled, their Hearts Enchanted.