If Hadrian Cross had known his career depended on making nice with an oversensitive romance writer, he wouldn’t have written that scathing review of her latest book.

Reviewing a bodice ripper is the last straw for journalist Hadrian Cross. He is a legitimate news journalist—not a romance novel reviewer. Spending time in Scotland at a Regency boot camp where the novel he trashed is being made into a movie is a small price to pay to gain his own byline. Charming Anna Chase out of the plot of her next novel so he can write an exclusive about that plot seems an easy assignment. Until he meets her.

Anna’s introduction to Hadrian starts out with the unfortunate ice cream incident, segues into the accidental bonnet chase and goes downhill from there. He’s intelligent, hot as hell, and completely unexpected. Damn him. She’s stubborn, insightful, and too sexy for Hadrian’s good. Hell!