The Rebel Wife (paperback)












ISBN Digital: 978-1-61217-521-8
ISBN Print: 978-1-61217-520-1
Page Count: 290
Word Count: 78211
Rating: Spicy(PG13)


When war correspondent Jackson Porter lies to a Union patrol to save a red-headed rebel, he gets something he never expected...a wife. But with her knowledge of corruption at the federal prisons, Louisa is his best chance to deliver the topnotch article his newspaper editor expects. The one thing Jackson didn't count on was a burning desire for his pretend spouse.

Louisa Carleton needs a miracle--even if that miracle comes in the shape of an arrogant, highfalutin Yankee. With her brother's imminent death in prison heavy on her mind, she has no option but to join forces with the enemy. Can she save her brother from a vindictive prison commander while still protecting her heart, or will Jackson stir dark memories she wants to forget?

Rating: Spicy
Page Count: 290
Word Count: 78211
978-1-61217-520-1 Paperback
978-1-61217-521-8 Digital

Excerpt:

“Don’t come any closer.”

Moonlight glinted on the steel of her blade. “Or I’ll make your wife a widow.”

“That’s not a problem. I don’t have a wife.” He lowered himself onto his bedroll in a slow, non-provoking movement. One knife nick was enough. “Okay if I light a candle? I’d like to find my clothes.”

“Those Yankees gone?”

“Yes.”

“You’re sure? Because if they’re waiting out there...”

“The soldiers are gone, ma’am. Otherwise, I’d be risking both our lives after that tale I just told.”

She hesitated, then gave a soft grunt of agreement. “Fine. Get your clothes. But no quick moves.”

His things were stacked in neat, easily accessible piles. It always paid to be prepared. Naked was not the way he wanted to greet visitors, especially half-crazed, knife-wielding women. He pulled on his trousers, then thumbed a match to life and touched it to the candle. Soft light filled the tent and—

Gripes. Bright hair didn’t begin to describe it. Whatever he’d expected, it wasn’t this untamed, flaming wildness. Below the blazing red halo, pale green eyes met his. She had a pert, defiant nose and luscious pink lips just made for devouring. His gut clenched as though he’d been sucker-punched. This woman was dangerous—in more ways than one.




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