Ezekiel Boone has lost everything. His four older brothers were killed at Chancellorsville, and he must get home and break the awful news to his family. Though farming is not in his blood, he owes it to his father to help with the place his family has claimed as their own. But how can he ever forget Saffron Fitzpatrick?
When Saffron and Zeke find themselves working together in Washington, D.C., three years later, their powerful former attraction ignites, full force. Saffron’s older brother, Halwyn, is coordinating the massive reburial project of Union soldiers, and she has been hired to work in his office. Zeke has invaluable information–information that no one could know if they hadn’t actually been on the battlefield.
Though the war is over, a happy future together may still elude Zeke and Saffron…especially if Saffron’s older, protective brother and the U.S. Army have anything to say about it! Will Zeke hang for desertion? Will Saffron be able to prove his innocence?
Don’t miss the exciting conclusion to the Cotillion Ball Saga!
EXCERPT
New York City
July 15, 1863
Releasing a shallow breath, Saffron Fitzpatrick glided down the stairs
on slippered feet, avoiding the creaky spots with unerring accuracy from years
of practice. She surveyed the hallway and let out the rest of the air from her
lungs. All the servants were still in the basement, preparing the noonday meal.
If she hurried, she could escape the house undetected. She ran to the back
door, her curls bouncing around her head, and let herself out into the yard.
Heart pounding, she stood, back up against the door, and listened. No
frantic footsteps from inside the house meant her break to freedom had gone
unnoticed so far.
After two days of being housebound due to the draft riots, Saffron had
tired of heeding her father’s warnings to stay indoors. Even though his motives
were sound and he was only trying to protect her from the roaming mobs, she
would surely perish from boredom if she spent one more moment inside. Although
her intent to breathe some fresh air was dashed because the city was foul with
smoke from the fires being set around town, she still cherished the freedom of
being outdoors. Her skin erupted in goose bumps at her boldness. She cringed
back against the door as the distant shouts came closer.
