Having already lost her father to the war, staunch Boston Federalist Samantha Wilder vowed to rescue her brother from the hated British. So when she arrived in Washington, the chestnut haired minx eagerly accepted an invitation to First Lady Dolly Madisons reception ball. But when she met the Presidents special aide, Daniel Fortune, and felt the heat of his body as he bent to kiss her hand, Samanthas focus shifted quickly from politics to passion. She suspected the dashing Virginian of being a British sympathizer, but she'd give him the information he asked for, just for a chance to feel his lips on hers and his hands stroking her yearning flesh, if only for one night of rapture. Though he had every reason to believe the rumor that she was a spy, Danie Fortune could not wait to meet the Boston beauty who had come to the nations capital on the flimsy pretense of searching for her brother. He'd call her bluff with an offer to help her in excange for information about the Federalists. But when he met the fiery Yankee miss, swept her out of the ballroom, and whispered his proposition in her ear, the War of 1812 completely fled his mind. And as he captured her lips in a first searing kiss, he vowed to explore every soft curve and satiny fold of her creamy body, caress her until she begged for mercy, then possess her in ecstasy's ultimate embrace.