Something different in the historical genre. She's the bastard daughter of smugglers, and heavily involved in the family business. His unwanted and newly inherited family home is interesting and unsavory - fully furnished torture chamber with wax figurines and all.
The magic they once shared was destroyed by youthful arrogence and innocence. The years at war have hardened him, and the the years at home have softened her. But can time teach them both to seize the passion that come along only once-or twice-in a lifetime?