About the Books
The American girl thinks she can take my castle?
Wildheath is rightly mine. The old man promised it to me.
Then here comes this gorgeous girl who thinks she can just land on my doorstep with her windswept hair, bat those pretty green eyes at me, and I’ll just give in.
No matter how much she distracts me with those full, pouty lips, or how cute that dimple on her left cheek happens to be—she’s not taking away MY castle.