He rode into Chirk Castle on his pure black destrier. Clad in black
from his gleaming helm to the tips of his toes, he was all
battle-honed muscles and rippling tendons. In his stark black armor
he looked lethal and sinister, every bit as dangerous as his name
implied. He was a man renowned for his courage and strength, for
his prowess with women, for his ruthless skill in combat.
But when he saw Raven of Chirk, with her long, chestnut tresses
and womanly curves, he could barely contain his embroiled emotions.
For it was her betrayal twelve years before that had turned him
from chivalrous youth to hardened knight. It was she who made him
not to trust no woman -- to take women only for his pleasure. It
was she who had made him ruthless and bitter and incapable of love.
But only she could unleash the passion in his body, the goodness in
his soul, and the love in his heart.
A knight returns to the castle of his childhood seeking revenge,
only to find true love.