The spirit of independence blazed in Merry Morgan's breast, so one glance from Darcy Mont's smoldring eyes was enough to sweep her into a perilous mission in British-held Philadelphia. A cool head was vital for her role, and her mounting passion for this stranger a liability. How could she hope to survive when heart and body both betrayed her?
Darcy knew they faced death if the British caught. And since past experience had taught him how little women were to be trusted, he dared not believe Merry the exception. Could he give his heart to her when she already held his life in her hands?
Darcy knew they faced death if the British caught. And since past experience had taught him how little women were to be trusted, he dared not believe Merry the exception. Could he give his heart to her when she already held his life in her hands?
