With a temper to match her flaming hair, an argumentative streak a mile wide, and a curvy, full-figured shape, Regina is a slammin' sexpot.

A lot of good it does her with men. Her 36-Ds intimidate nice guys and draw creeps out of the woodwork. Frustrated and hurting after a recent breakup with her apathetic boyfriend, she decides to shake up her boring life by vacationing solo in Europe. First Stop: the Tower of London.

Minding her own damn business, doing the usual sightseeing routine at the tourist trap, she's stalked, then captured by some twisted weirdo who actually thinks he's a medieval warrior from Norman times. After introducing himself as Lord Raven, he drags her off to someplace called his "keep's solar". Then, he starts talking trash, something about making her his mate.

WHAT???!!!

Just her friggin' luck, the kinky abduction scenario really does it for her, and she falls for him hard. Until--he starts spouting a whole lot of crap about Time Travel.

Gawd. Why her? As soon as she unlocks her lips from his, she's so outta there...

Well, maybe...