His skin was cold where it pressed against her, but inside he was smoldering, dark and heated thoughts melting his mind. Eve gasped when he touched his lips to her ear. Last night came back to him in flashes. "Leave if you want, but you can never come back. Is that what you want, Eve? Is it?" * * * They call her the ice maiden. Eve Winters lives at the edge of the Scottish highlands, only the fading memory of her beloved grandmother and her bereft grandfather to keep her company. She'll see nobody else, because nobody else really sees her. Or so she thinks. A king is coming across the sea. An immortal king that rules a land of eternal winter... and he's taking her back with him.