He called it love. . . Emma Blair could not suspect the truth behind the English soldier who introduced himself as Robert Melton, Napoleon's enemy, Wellington's man.  She couldn't know his secret mission, or the role she would unwittingly play.  She knew only that he was irresistible--and dangerous--an officer who, like her own late husband, would put the call of the drum above all else.  Unless she could blind him to duty and brand him with desire. . . .All he had was his wife's family ring and the memory of her brutal murder as he struck out to find the killer and uncover her shrouded past.  Robert's obsession led him to Scotland, to the Blairs, to Emma, who stunned him with her resemblance to his dead wife, a woman she had never known.  Here, in the midst of blood feuds and unspeakable family secrets, he would find his answers--even as he abandoned all caution for a love whose very enemy was truth. . . .