Black Sheep And the Princess

They''re the black sheep--the bad boys every good girl wants to have hold her, touch her, take her, love her. . .

"I have some spare beer, if you''re interested. . ."

I''d know that voice anywhere, and every time I hear it, it makes me sweat. If you saw Donovan MacLeod, trust me, you''d need a change of clothes, too. It''s been eighteen years, but he''s got the same cocky swagger, silver-gray eyes, and sexy smile that promises a whole lot of trouble. Not that I''ll ever find out because he loathes me--thinks I''m some spoiled princess. So, there''s something I''ve just got to ask. . .

"Why are you here, Donovan?"

Well, Kate Sutherland, how about, I''ve fantasized about you for eighteen years? Or, I wanted to remember how it feels to need a cold shower every time you flick that perfect blond hair out of your blue eyes? Yeah, good answers, but truth is I came back to help, because I think you''re in for some trouble. My bad-boy gut says you''re gonna need me--in more ways than one. . .