Mourning the breakup of her marriage, Isabel retreats to the serene English countryside to find some measure of peace and healing. There she stumbles upon an ancient pewter chalice--and is thrust centuries back in time into the body of another woman. Suddenly she is married to a total stranger--a fierce warrior who looks at his "wife" with undeniable yearning in his eyes . . .
Hunter had finally achieved his long-desired goal when the king gifted him with Windermere Castle--and the hand of its beautiful lady, Detra. But his dream tasted like ashes, for although he was now her lord and husband, Detra despised him and vowed never to love him. But suddenly, Detra seems to have undergone a swift and bewildering change. She claims to have no memory of him, of the circumstances of their marriage and her hatred for him, and forgets even her own name. Now, Hunter has a second chance--to woo his lady wife with kisses, and seduce her with pleasure until nothing or no one can keep him from his heart's desire--no one, perhaps, but Isabel . . .