The word pealed in Emma Devlin's head like a death knell. Her murdered husband ghost has appeared to her in a dream, claiming he had been betrayed by those he loved. As much as to preserved her sanity as to quell as restless spirit she sought the Ravenwood, Antibelllum mansion. Nothing could have prepared her for a dusk darkened encounter at swort point with a memerizing Confedrate cavalry officer! Historian Nathen Kacated set on his horse surperly, looking as if he had ridden out of a history book himself, fresh from the Seige Vicksburg. Like a gallent night of the old South, he was offering his help to a damsel in distress. Hoping to heal Emily's scar worn heart. And promising to protect her from the danager that stalker her every move.