Captain Rafe Bryson would run anything past the Yankee blockaders - for a price. Handsome, debonair, and deadly in a duel, he had few scruples, especially where pretty women were concerned. But his cousin, Alistair, had a sense of honor. He wondered why Rafe's ship carried more liquor than gunpowder, more dancing slippers than marching boots. His investigations gave him the answers to that and to a lot of other peculiar questions. Then he discovered that his own wife and Rafe were more than just "kissin' cousins." Alistair swore to avenge his honor. Then both men were swept up in the Confederate Navy's last desperate attempt to break the blockade.