Kindle Edition
Kathy L Wheeler - Author
Category:
Romance
Publisher: Kathy L Wheeler
Pages: 115
Copyright: Apr 1, 2015
Price: $0.99 (eBook)
In the midst of his war-torn country, love posed the greater danger in this Civil War Sweet Historical Romance
Creating maps for the Union is less than satisfying after a war-ending injury and learning his childhood friend was in love with his wife. But now both are dead and John Williams is left with an angry child no one can control.
A flippant proposal and an attack on her person finds Elizabeth Ruthers married to a mapmaker whose only need of her is taking control of his ungovernable child. Feelings quickly shift into something less platonic, and when the enemy gains vital secrets, her suspicions land her behind bars.
Excerpt
A quick search lauded nothing viable for defending herself against the likes of Archibald and his friends. She darted up the stairs and turned slowly. Only the slightest tinge of guilt breached her conscience until she recalled John’s words “they’re females.”
She charged into his private domain, and stood there, surprised and ... disappointed. The space lacked anything personal. No photographs, no trinkets. Just his army background, evident in the spartan furnishings with a perfectly made bed and single wardrobe. She rushed to the wardrobe—the only obvious place for hiding anything of substance—and pulled back on the door. His clothes hung uniformly, perfectly aligned. His shoes, to the naked eye, were a finger’s width apart. She tested it.
Disgusted, she nudged them out of alignment. Letting out a heavy sigh, she shut the wardrobe and surveyed the room once more. She moved to the bed, dropped to her knees and peered beneath. Nothing.
She started to rise, frustration clawing her. She sat back on her heels. Her eye caught on a protrusion of the bed skirt. He would surely notice that given the precise and orderly room in which she trespassed. She brushed her hand over the coverlet to smooth it out and banged her pinky on something. “Ouch.” She put her finger in her mouth and lifted the cover with her other hand.
The butt of a large gun poked from beneath the mattress. She tugged it from its hiding place. The barrel must have been a foot long! Polished and terrifying, weighing as much as a tea tray. She clutched it carefully to her chest, then quickly and quietly, made her way out the way she had come, a flurry of nerves stirring deep in her belly.
The rebels had something to worry for now, she told herself as she latched the door behind her and stole down the street, trying desperately to quell the overwhelming sense of culpability. For what, she could not imagine.
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