Myles Donal is on his way to a wedding - no make that a funeral - his. His reluctance to marry doesn’t cut any favor with his father and after a severe and dutiful reminder from his clansmen, Myles makes his way toward his doom, but gets lost in a snowstorm. Weak and with a fever, he manages to pull himself halfway inside a shack before collapsing.

Kendran is barely up from her own sickbed when a warrior the size of a tree takes out the door of her refuge. She’d yell at the unconscious man but her voice is gone - stolen by the chills of winter. Once her unwanted guest revives, she decides screaming isn’t good enough for the arrogant man, she’d rather kill him. When not plotting his demise, Kendran is admiring his brawn as well as his sensual looks.

Days of being snowed in override Myles' honor and Kendran’s aversion to men in general. They both find that making love and not war is a much better way of whiling away their forced time together - but all good things must end. Myles leaves to make his way to Eschon in hopes of breaking his engagement, and Kendran is forced to return to her home and the reality that she is carrying Myles child.

Ms. Ivie’s Christmas tale is a bit hard to get into at first but well worth the read. Sensual love scenes, tender emotions and a sister that has more than a bit of magic at her fingertips makes this a yuletide carol that any romance lover should have under their Christmas tree.