“If you’re reading this, you’re dead….”

Except Fay Driscoll is very much alive. Just not in her own time anymore. After trying on a cursed medieval gown in the crumbling ruins of Grancourt Castle, she’s whisked back to the Middle Ages with no chance of ever returning. The only way she can save herself and those around her in her new time is to prove love exists.

Real, true love.

Fay is determined to give it her all, especially when a sizzling hot knight shows up at the gates of her new home. She figures she’ll have the curse broken in no time. Until her knight in shining armor turns out to be a monstrous jerk. She can’t waste her time on rude knights, no matter how gorgeous they are. It can’t be a marriage of convenience. It has to be more than pure, unadulterated lust.

For Fay, falling in love is a matter of life or death. If only she can stop thinking about Sir Tristan’s muscled chest and sky blue eyes long enough to remember that.

Sir Tristan Ballard has recently inherited a keep and its lands. He is determined to keep it, no matter the cost. It’s suggested he marry one of his new liege lord’s daughters to forge a stronger alliance against those who wish to try and take what’s his. He’s not interested in getting married at all. Especially not to the youngest daughter of Grancourt Castle. He’s fairly certain the strange girl is touched in the head. He absolutely wants no part of her. And yet… he can’t seem to keep his mind or his hands off her.

Book One in a Three-Part series (Note: Mild cliff-hanger ending)