Fenella Oliphant has always thought it apropos she was named after an herb: Useful, subtle, and not much to look at. But in the Oliphant Castle kitchens none of that matters, because she is the one in command...that is, as long as she can keep from being distracted by the dangerously delicious beast who's planted his shapely arse beside her hearth and insists on offering unwanted advice. Brodie McClure doesn't know who he is anymore...