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Nothing good comes knocking in the early hours of the morning. Mara Swift knows this, so why she bothered to answer the door only the Depths could tell. But she did, and now her husband is dead, her home is a pile of ash, her life is in danger, and the only way to safety is a long, treacherous route that she couldn't even point to on a map. Her guide on this treacherous route is her husband's friend and fellow rebel, Eli. All Mara knows of Eli is that her husband trusted him--hardly a ringing endorsement considering Davy's abrupt and violent departure from the mortal plane. But the wife of a dead, uncovered undercover rebel can't be picky about allies. Mara is grieving, Eli is keeping secrets, and neither makes for particularly good company. But shared suffering leads to mutual understanding, mutual understanding blossoms into reluctant friendship, and reluctant friendship? Only time can tell what comes of that.…

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[COMPLETE] Katherine Williamson Peters wasn't born a beaten coward. When she was a girl she was wild and free and brave. She was Blue Angel, fierce protector of the imaginary innocent and robber of make-believe trains. She climbed trees and disobeyed her father and she cavorted with demons. At least that's what the church folk said-- Gabriel Townsend's momma was a concubine for Satan himself, and her son was the devil's seed. Not that it mattered much to Katherine, back when she was young and reckless. Gabe was just her partner in crime, her best friend in the whole world. She was Blue Angel and he was Devil Dog, slayer of bad guys and wielder of six-shooter finger guns. But life had other plans for Katherine than the rebellion and joy she favored as a girl. She couldn't say exactly how it happened that she lost her courage, but she woke up one day and found herself conquered. Battered and alone, crushed beneath the heel of her husband, her obligations, and the weight of the town's judgment. A brave woman would have fought. She'd have protected herself and brought goodness and strength back to the name of God-- a name her husband's preachings had tarnished. Katherine wasn't brave. She was a coward, and like a coward she turned her back on God and she fled... ...right into the arms of the devil.…

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[COMPLETE] Brenton Tucker swept like a cool breeze into the long, stifled summer of Amelia's life. He was everything a hero should be-- all easy smiles, broad shoulders, and rakish good looks. Years of common sense left her when he invited her into his company, and she found herself tangled with him beneath virgin sheets. He worshiped her body, crooned sweet promises into her ear, and a dismal future forecast of drudgery and struggle lifted away at his words. He claimed her, stole her away from strangled city life, and rewrote her future in one glorious night of star-crossed lovemaking. There was just one problem--Brent Tucker wasn't hero of Amelia's story.…