Nell MacInnes can spot a forgery from a mile away. After all, she learned from the best—her father is one of the art world's most notorious thieves. His brutal beating by the very authorities who claim to keep the world safe from harm taught her one more valuable lsson— trust no one. The last thing rugged navy SEAL Dakota Smith needs on his mission is a tempting woman he doesn't trust. But a sketch by Leonardo da Vinci has gone missing, and the art conservator's skill in detecting forgery would be invaluable, if only her ties to the criminal world are as dead as she says they are. Soon an edgy partnership and white-hot attraction are forged between Nell and Dakota as they race to Draycott Abbey to track down a ruthless criminal with terrorist ties before time runs out—and the da Vinci is lost forever. Mountain climber and art expert Nell MacInnes meets Navy SEAL Dakota Smith in the Scottish Highlands when she is called in to rescue a group of marooned teen climbers. Dakota is on the scene to track Nell, who by virtue of being the daughter of a legendary art thief is suspected of working for someone with terrorist ties who has stolen a priceless preliminary sketch of the Mona Lisa that had been drawn by Leonardo da Vinci and marked on by Michelangelo. Back at her job as an art restorer in San Francisco, Nell is attacked by several men intent on kidnapping her. Dakota needs her to train him to scale a castle wall. Fast-paced action, vivid detail, a touch of the paranormal, and hot lovemaking will please readers of adventure romance, while fans of Skye’s Draycott Abbey and Code Name series will enjoy this clever union of the two. And, yes, Izzy Teague makes an appearance. --Diana Tixier Herald Ready for more secrets of the magical abbey and its star-crossed lovers? Find all the other books in the Draycott Abbey paranormal series. Hour of the Rose,  Bride of the Mist, Key to Forever  and  Fallen  are all available in digital editions.Sign up for monthly updates, book news and reader contests. bit.ly/1Sc7nPh Christina Skye loves a good adventure. Living in Arizona gives her plenty of room to practice target shooting and to trek off-road on her motorcycle, researching the details for stories rich with “snappy dialogue” and an unerring ability to keep “the narrative energy high and the pacing swift” (Publishers Weekly). With over two million books in print, her novels appear regularly on national bestseller lists. Visit her online at www.christinaskye.com. The Isle of Skye Scotland She was cold and tired and hungry. Her blistered feet ached and right now all Nell MacInnes wanted was a hot bath and a steaming cup of Earl Grey tea, followed by a warm bed to rest her weary body. She closed her eyes, listening to the buzz of quiet pub conversation around her. The little inn nestled up against a pristine loch with towering mountains on three sides. The locals were far too polite to intrude on Nell's reverie, and when she dumped her mountain gear and backpack on the floor, sinking into a worn wooden chair, no one raised an eyebrow. It was heaven to be warm and dry after six days of climbing the nearby peaks, battling rain and wind on every ascent. If not for her climbing partner, Nell might have curtailed the trip three days sooner, but Eric's enthusiasm was hard to resist. No doubt he would appear from his room upstairs within the hour, after taping his badly sprained ankle. Warmth began to seep into her bones, as gentle as the low burr of the Scottish voices around her. Scotland was truly heaven, she thought. "And I'm telling you it was no such thing as my imagination, Angus McCrae. A grand fish it was— bigger than two arm spans, I'll tell you this." Over the muted, good-natured argument about a lost fish, Nell heard the pub's front door open. Cold wind snapped through the room as two men entered, scraping booted feet. "Where is the American man, Angus? We need the climber called MacInnes." Nell stiffened at the flawed description. Who wanted her now, when all she craved was one precious night's rest? No one from San Francisco even knew she was in Scotland. The man at the door wore a muddy parka and broken-in boots. A satphone was gripped at his chest. "We've bad weather up on the hill and I need the American—assuming the man's as good as I'm told." Nell took a short, wistful look at her half-eaten shepherd's pie and the cup of tea, but a request for aid was never refused. She gulped the rest of her tea and stood up. "I'm the American named MacInnes." "You—a woman?" The man looked startled. Nell nodded, used to the surprised glances after twelve years of climbing on four continents. "How can I help you?" "A team of young climbers has gone missing on Blaven, and there's bad weather already, with more due through the night." Blaven . Nell recognized the name of the dark peaks that girded the valley on three sides. "They're on the peak now?" "Aye. They were expected down three h