The lady Rhowenna felt her approaching destiny as surely as she felt the brisk sea wind caressing her face. She was no stranger to the "second sight", a trait prized amongst the people of her native Wales. And the sight was telling her of invaders from the north lands. Rhowenna should have been afraid, but instead she felt a heightened anticipation, an awareness that told her an answer to her prayers was sailing toward her. An answer to her dreams. A way to escape her dreaded betrothal to a cruel English prince.

Her mind knew her true fate must lie with the raiding Norsemen, fierce enemies of her people, arriving on her shores in their red-sailed longships. And her heart told her the blond-haired Viking who stepped from her dreams into her arms would be her everlasting mate. For here at last was a man able to ignite a desire no king could extinguish, and no force on earth could end.