The fire that raged in Adele St. Clare was unquenchable. The feisty redhead thought shed burned when King John decreed she marry against her will, but that had only been with anger. Then her bridal escort arrived--Rafe De Montford--and within her most secret places, the handsome swordsman ignited something hotter. But the noble Rafe had been ordered to deliver her unto destruction, to a betrothed she could not even respect--let alone love. And Rafes strong arms dimmed any hopes she had of release. But his smoldering glances promised a future far brighter than escape. With one heated look the virile warrior captured her heart, and with one of the knights fiery kisses, the headstrong beauty knew that from these sparks of desire would spring the flame of a love everlasting.