Robert Tremaine-lately of his majesty's diplomatic service-was fast running out of money and options, and unless he turned his luck around, his prospects were rather bleak; he'd no job and was too ashamed to seek help from his former cohorts in the service.
Therefore, he'd staked everything he had to purchase a remote homestead in the southern Spanish mountains-an abandoned property he'd once visited during the Peninsular War. It was a gamble, but his family had been Welsh miners for generations and he'd the strong feeling that the land might yield a fortune in gold-and his one chance at redemption.
It wouldn't be easy, of course; he'd have to shed some bad habits-and figure out a way to shed the foreign woman who seemed to believe the land belonged to her. . .