Willow can describe her man perfectly, “Bryce was a man’s man. Commanding. Mature. Capable. At his physical peak. Yet unlike so many macho men, he had the grace to admit when he was wrong." Bryce could be a poetic man, “I do like it, lass. You’re a dark angel tonight, an incandescent, sexual being drawing men like bees to the hive. But I like knowing I’ll be the only one touching what’s underneath that red gown.” I enjoyed this book I loved Bryce.