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It was too clever a plan to fail. Dedicated abolitionist Carrie Blackwell would sell much needed salt to the Confederacy at a reduced rate, thereby gaining the Southerners trust. In the meantime, she would go about her business as a spy for the Union. It seemed so easy until Rance Fletcher appeared, his face rugged and strong with eyes the color of mountain ice, setting her heart atremble and her senses afire. Carrie was determined not to let this arrogant rebel ruin her plan, fearing instead that his smoldering passion would rule her heart. Rance could not believe how ridiculous this assignment was. His offer to outfit and command a regiment had been refused so that he might investigate Miss Carolina Blackwell and her flimsy efforts to outsmart the Confederacy. It didn't help matters that Carrie was a vision of loveliness. With golden hair the color of warm brandy, cat shaped soft gray eyes, and that disarming dimple, Rance guessed that her southern belle innocence was her most dangerous disguise of all. Rance knew that he must first discover Carrie's secrets, then he planned on uncovering the true woman with bold kisses and searing lovemaking that would make her his.
