Newly titled Duke of Selkirk, Gavin Mereworth carries a heavy yoke. Threats to his land and title come from every side. When a perfectly aimed arrow barely misses his head, Gavin is not amused to find the archer to be a woman, like no other he's ever met. Her warning shot should have been an inkling of what he was about to get himself into. It was bad enough Beatrice Preston allowed the Duke to kiss her senseless, but did he have to go so far as to ask for her hand in marriage. Surely an aroused state drained the man of his ability to think straight, now to find a way to keep him from following through.