Lady Wynda Oliphant is certain her father’s latest scheme to get her married won’t work, because it’s complete nonsense. And if Wynda knows anything, it’s how to be logical when dealing with her family, her inventions, or even those annoying ghosts who keep pestering her. But there’s one thing that just isn’t logical: the breathless, aching way Pherson Ross makes her feel.

As the Oliphant falconer, Pherson commands some respect within the clan, but he much prefers the solitude of his cottage, with just his raptors and his daughter for company. Wee Wren is the only reason he’s trying so hard to make a life here among the Oliphants, and if they realized what exactly he was hiding from, they’d be sure to abhor him. Aye, ‘tis best to keep his head down, his talons furled, and his daggers ready. This is working fine, until the laird’s daughter falls—quite literally—into his lap. Now they’re working together to help Wren learn how to walk again, and Pherson knows ‘tis a bad idea to allow Wynda any closer to his heart. She’s bossy and smart and has a tendency to talk to ghosts—which is ridiculous—but she makes him want to be a better man. With her brilliant smiles and equally brilliant mind, is there any way he can stop falling for her? When danger finally catches up with him, he’ll do anything to protect his daughter and the woman he’s come to love even if that means turning himself over to the law.