The year is 1864. The place – the Deep South. There’s typhoid in the town, soldiers at the door, and a dead husband in the springhouse. When gun smugglers come calling, Morgan Edgeworth has only one thing to barter – a deadly knowledge of bomb-making no woman should have.
To escape a violent past and protect his brother, Liam Griffin crosses an ocean to America — only to step off the boat into the middle of a deadly war. The Irishman is forced to join the North – as scout, tactician, and the gun guarding his brother’s back.
When Griffin steps into the Bleu Pig Tavern, he’s looking for information. What he finds is a woman – An elegant southern lady serving whiskey to thieves and deserters. She’s beautiful, well-spoken, and entirely out-of-place in a rowdy tavern. As she circles the room, pausing only for hurried conversations with men in Confederate uniforms, Griffin is forced to look beyond his interest in Morgan as a woman. Could she know something about the black powder making its way up the Mississippi?
When Griffin rescues Morgan from a dangerous situation, he offers his protection in exchange for information. Can she survive on her own, or should she trust the charming Irishman to keep his word?
WIDOW, SPY & LOVER is an action-packed romance that begins during the Civil War in Union-occupied Louisiana, and ends on the Texas frontier.
It’s about fresh starts. Love and Redemption. And the meaning of family. There’s adventure, humor, romance, and passion.
Eden Carson, Author:
I am a native Californian currently living in San Diego with my wonderful husband and two kids. I’ve tried my hand at several careers over the years, including teaching English in Brazil and Eastern Europe, marketing in environmental engineering, and software development. I started writing romance several years ago and discovered my true passion! Nothing gives me more satisfaction that creating a world and fascinating people to live and love in it. I’ve just self-published my first novel, Untamed Journey, with the hope of being my own boss one day.
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“You shouldn’t do that,” she said, short of breath.
“Kiss you?” he asked. “I thought we’d settled my rights back on the train. Should we negotiate more explicitly?”
“No, that’s not necessary. I didn’t mean all kissing. Just not in full view of everyone. People were watching and cheering.”
“It was a chaste enough kiss, as far as kisses go. But if you’d prefer closed doors, here we are. Let’s have a proper tour.”
He opened the door for her and ushered her inside, before she could change her mind.
“It has a bit of charm,” Griffin offered, picking up a broken chair off the floor.
“There’s a hole in the roof.”
“There’s a view of the moon.”
“It’s cold and there’s no stove.”
“You have me now,” he reminded her, hugging her from behind. “I’ll keep you warm.”
“You’re right,” she said, stepping away and tossing a wicked smile over her shoulder at him. She bent down, giving him a most distracting view. When she stood upright, she turned and handed him a hammer, its handle broken off.
“Watch you don’t fall off the roof and kill yourself,” she said.
He smiled into her sparkling green eyes, certain he could make her fall in love with the place. And him. “You’d surely miss me,” he warned.
“With a gaping hole in my roof, and no one to warm me, I surely would.”