The beguiling story of the bootmaker’s daughter and the English officer who fancies her, a man and a woman on opposite sides whose destinies come together in unbounded passion... Maggie Myer helps the rebel colonial cause by selling faulty footwear to the King’s army. When Captain Grayson Thayer catches her stealing supplies for the rebels, she knows she’s in serious trouble. That redcoat is everywhere and has eyes in the back of his head. Now how can she escape his notice? Captain Grayson Thayer is in a bind too. He has spent seven long years rising in the ranks as a full-fledged Tory officer, all the while reporting back to the rag-tag American militia as an undercover agent. Secretly, his heart is with Maggie. “I’ll free you for the price of a kiss,” he offers. “That’s all?” she flirts. Maggie steps closer to him and looks up into his intelligent, piercing sky-blue eyes, feeling his lean, hard physique through his uniform. Desire overcomes over her and she eagerly leans into his kiss, her head spinning from the heat of him. When Grayson’s lips tenderly touch hers, Maggie tastes their sweetness and wants to be with him body and soul. I don’t want to escape his look after all. Then she steps back. His eyes have gone cold. Captain Thayer is the enemy. Grayson Thayer is tired of living a lie. It takes every ounce of his strength to play the role fate forced on him. Maggie hates him, he knows it. He can feel it. If only he could tell her his secret… But she sells boots to both sides for profit—not someone I can trust. But trust has nothing to do with pleasure. And pleasing the beautiful bootmaker’s daughter is the only thing he looks forward to, a bright spot in his wretched day. He will savor the joy of her, the smell of her, her creamy flesh, her lips as sweet as wild honey. As Grayson’s fate becomes entwined with Maggie’s, they are in danger from treacherous enemies. As tensions rise on the eve of war, events spiral out of control and Maggie and Grayson must make a leap of faith—or risk losing their very lives.

The riveting story of the fur trader’s daughter and the smooth-talking Southern gentleman whose life she saves and their passionate frontier romance with its promise of bliss. Gabrielle LeBeau is wild like the north woods where she was raised by her father the French fur trader, himself the son of a French fur trader. Running an outpost is in Gabrielle’s blood and she knows every path and tree and the Indian names for them. Over the years, she has seen many city folk venture into the pine woods to play frontier woodsman. She fears them, feels disdain for them. They don’t belong. Carpetbaggers. But when she finds Jefferson Alexander half froze to death in a snow storm, she doesn’t think twice and saves him. Back in her rough-hewn cabin, made from cedar logs she and her father cut, Gabrielle cares tenderly for Jefferson. Sheltered from the beating blizzard, it’s warm and cozy under her roof. As he sleeps, she looks at his handsome chiseled features. This stranger is most welcome in her home... One day after he recovers, she can’t resist his grateful embrace and it turns into more…. For the first time Gabrielle savors the sweet touch of a man who knows how to love a woman, a gentleman so unlike drunks who tried to grope her at the trading post, unwelcome advances she politely repelled. In the warmth of the roaring fire, she relents and gives in to passion she could never imagine, glorying in the splendor of first love—a tender ecstasy she never dreamed would be hers… But Gabrielle and Jefferson are fire and ice. Worlds apart. When he talks, she hears words she doesn’t understand and him too. Sometimes they cannot find a way to cross the bridge between them and they fight with all their might. Then the day comes when jealous enemies make it their business to take away everything Gabrielle has and together with this man by her side, she must fight to hold onto everything that is hers, including Jefferson, the sweetest man on earth.