Between mage and man lies fire. Leda has been ordered by the House of Ilia to use her fae gifts to find an alchemist's bible, no matter what the cost. In a world where technology has been replaced by Elemental magic, this book is more dangerous than any spell or potion. A ragged scrap of parchment is Leda's only clue and it leads her to the last man known to have had the book-a savagely handsome ex-soldier turned scavenger. Greyhawke Tams. He'll serve her needs nicely, in both her quest, and her bed. The last thing Grey remembers is a bar brawl leaving him flat on his face. When he awakes, his situation hasn't improved. He's been bound in service to a contemptuous little fire mage with luscious curves and a deceptively innocent face. Grey's not fooled-he's hated the Elementals ever since he lost his younger brother to their brutal rites of passage. But something about Leda tangles his brain faster than any woman he's ever known. And soon it becomes clear she needs more than his "services." A barbarous overlord wants that book and he's willing to shatter Leda-body and spirit-to get it. She needs his protection. Whether she wants it or not. Warning: Sex, sin and sauciness abound. This just in: Virgin butter not only helps nervous young virgins on their wedding night, it makes a damn fine hair liniment too.