On the third night, Dara. I know about Aidan. Come to me if you value your life."Dara O'Shea-Neilan stared in disbelief at the muscle-bound stranger as the words left his mouth. A swim teacher based in Oregon, Dara is still getting over the loss of Aidan, her husband, three years ago. She sure didn't count on her forgotten Irish roots popping up so.startlingly.Yet, there that perfect stranger stood, giving her a sizzling once-over. Rowan Mackey. Six-and-a-half feet of fiery-haired Irishman.Mackey insists that Dara is his long-destined lifemate. He wants to take her to Ireland, to visit some.dick-shaped stone.Rowan Mackey sized up the hot, wee package confronting him. Night-dark hair. Chocolate-brown eyes. Killer attitude. A small body that he wanted to explore with his tongue, inch by slow inch. Dara. He liked how her name tasted.She was his Chosen lifemate by the ancient Law, and he was determined to make her his own, the Kanjali way-by mating with her against Lia Fáil, the Stone of Destiny, upon the Hill of Tara.But first, he needed to save her life.