From USA Today bestselling author, Gina Danna, comes a historical romance full of deceit, betrayal and passion that ignite the flames of love between two lovers on opposite sides of a war.
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About The Wicked North:
Bound by duty and honor to wear the Union blue, a Southern-born West Point officer fights his own desires and the need to protect the woman he abandoned, he disobeys his orders to find her, as the Army of the Potomac marches toward her family’s home near Richmond.
She has the guts and willpower to protect her home from the hated Yankee aggressors, but when that traitor to the South appears at her door, she’s torn between wanting to shoot him and to be held in his arms again. Can she forgive him for their past indiscretion or does she turn him in to be executed, a traitor to both sides?
In the summer of 1862, her family’s plantation becomes the personal battle ground between them as deceit, betrayal and passion ignite the flames of love and hate that burn brighter than the roar of the guns and rivers of blood surrounding them.
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Find out where
your enemy is. Get at him as soon as you can,
and strike him as hard
as you can. And keep moving on!
General
U.S. Grant
Virginia, June
1862
Emma Silvers was not afraid to shoot Yankees.
She leveled the .57 caliber Enfield rifle at the line of blue coats
standing before her porch at Rose Hill that evening. She counted ten
men, fully armed and wielding torches. They reeked of wet wool, sweat
and gun powder–a noxious mixture combined with the scent of pink
roses surrounding the house. Bile rose in her throat. She swallowed
hard.
The officer took a step forward. In the dim light, she couldn’t
discern his face, though she saw him flinch as she pointed the muzzle
at him.
“I want you
off my land, now,” she demanded, her voice remarkably even despite
her pounding heart. At twenty-two years and virtually alone, she knew
one able-bodied man could easily overwhelm her. With no able men and
few slaves remaining, she only had bravado left.
“Now, ma’am,”
the Union officer began. He spoke like a gentleman, but, dressed in
blue, he was an imposter as far as she was concerned.
Jeremiah, just
behind her right shoulder, cocked the hammer on his rifle—a welcome
sound to her ears. Good boy, Emma thought. If the Yankees
didn’t believe she was a threat, she hoped the armed slave boy next
to her got the message across. She wasn’t allowing any soldiers on
her property again.
The rifle felt
heavier by the minute, making her muscles ache, and she feared she’d
drop it. The weapon was foreign to her hands, but as the war raged
closer to her home, she learned to use it. She wasn’t very good at
it, but, as close as the Yankees were, she was bound to hit one of
them. She didn’t want to pull the trigger. The gun’s recoil would
knock her off her feet, throwing her aim off. With so few bullets
left, she’d hate to lose the shot.
The light
streamed through the open front door across the officer as he stepped
onto the porch. She saw his face and the nose of the gun slipped.
Jack Fontaine, that good-for-nothing traitor! How dare he come here,
especially after what had happened last summer? Rage took control and
gave her the added strength to pull the muzzle up to his chest as she
cocked the trigger.
“Emma,
please,” he said softly. He looked at her the same way he had that
night months ago, his green eyes glowing like emeralds in the light.
She remembered those eyes, those mesmerizing emerald eyes. They were
all hers the night she had lost her heart to him. The night he had
betrayed her. Her anger flared. No. Not this time. Not again, she
vowed. Gritting her teeth, Emma narrowed her gaze.
“Get away
from me, Jack, or I swear to God, I’ll blow a hole through you and
send you straight to hell!”
Inside the
house, a babe wailed. Emma instinctively turned. Jack reached for her
and she panicked, squeezing the trigger. The rifle exploded, throwing
her backwards, pain shooting into her shoulder. But instead of
falling, she found herself in Jack’s arms as they wrapped around
her, shielding her back from the impact of the wooden floor.
The patrol stormed onto the porch and into the house. Lying in his
embrace, his body shielding hers as his troops marched past them,
Emma couldn’t breathe. Her eyes were wide open. She felt the heat
of him around her. The scent of him invaded her senses. Warm,
masculine, and spicy rolled into one. She fought the heat in her
belly, but it was hard as his eyes locked onto hers, his lips only
inches away.
She closed her
eyes. Behind her, the wailing continued, and she heard the thud of
soldiers' boots inside. Her jaw tightened as she glared at him. “Get
off me, Jack.”
About Gina Danna:
Now residing in Texas, under the supervision of her three dogs, she writes amid a library of research books, with her only true break away is to spend time with her other lifelong dream - her Arabian horse - with him, her muse can play.
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