I love this Series, and here’s the latest story of it.
The book is Rags & Hope (Hearts Touched by Fire book3) by Gina Danna, an Historical Romance
Widower Colonel Pierce Duval only wants return to his Union command in Tennessee. A chance and harrowing encounter with a true-blue Southern belle stirs emotions he thought long buried. When her safety is at stake, how can he not help her?
Cerisa Fontaine ran for a new life but her controversial marriage and southern drawl make her a pariah in the North. Widowed, Cerisa is forced to seek employment at the only establishment that will accept her: a brothel.
Pierce and Cerisa embark on a journey to Tennessee posing as a married couple. But secrets and passion wages its war within them – remain loyal to their cause, or give in to their heart’s desire?
New York, July 1863
Pierce turned at the screamed demand. A crowd was starting at the end of the next street, close to a tenement building. He couldn’t see who was in distress but the voice was female and her fear made the hair on his neck bristle. Slowly he started toward her, his mind gauging the massing people. He counted about fifteen, mostly men.
“No, I know you’re the one, livin’ with that supposed ‘freedman’!” The man spat.
“How dare you insult me!” the woman threw back. Pierce couldn’t see her but the Southern drawl curled the end of her offense. His heart skipped a beat. He wondered if it was that woman from mass…
As he stepped closer, he saw her. The comb that held her hair up was askew, her chestnut curls coming free of its combs, partially falling strands and her eyes intense, a glare of defiance and fear wrapped in one. She faced a group of ten from what he could count with another man joining them. Pierce glanced around. If she attracted more…he pulled the pistol, pushing the chamber out and counting what he feared was the case. He only had one round left. Hell and damnation!
“You ain’t nothin’ more than Southern piece of trash,” an elderly woman snarled. “The type lookin’ for trouble.”
Another man laughed. “Honey, I ain’t fightin’ for you to lay wit some darky but if it’d make you feel better, I’d do you just as hard.”
She stiffened. “Abraham is out there, fightin’, as you should, you low-lying swine. You who think you are above him and his kind know nothing about what is right or wrong.”
Her attack on them raised Pierce’s brows. She had fighting spirit, the type he’d never seen in a woman. Truly surprised, he stood still—and realized so did the mob. They hadn’t expected her to fight back.
It was then she shifted weight and he glimpsed the flash of pain in her face along with the unsteady balance that she quickly remedied by leaning to the other side again. She’s injured. Nothing like a wounded animal, cornered, he thought. On that idea, he sprung forward.
“Darling,” he stated as casually as he could, slowing his gait to a walk. At the edge of the crowd, he heard a gasp from the majority and knew that won him the element of surprise. She glanced at him, a glint of confusion in her eyes. “I got here as soon as I could.” He butted his way through to her and took her hand in his. The fact that her bare skin was exposed, her palm and fingertips torn, was noted in his mind.
“Who the hell are you?” A voice from the group demanded. Pierce held her gaze, offering her his safety right as he snorted in a snobbish way. “I’m her husband.”
A USA Today Bestselling author, Gina Danna was born in St. Louis, Missouri, and has spent the better part of her life reading. History has always been her love and she spent numerous hours devouring historical romance stories, always dreaming of writing one of her own. After years of writing historical academic papers to achieve her undergraduate and graduate degrees in History, and then for museum programs and exhibits, she found the time to write her own historical romantic fiction novels.
Now, under the supervision of her dogs, she writes amid a library of research books, with her only true break away is to spend time with her other life long dream – her Arabian horse – with him, her muse can play.