In this Civil War romance by the New York Times– and USA Today–bestselling author, a Florida woman suspected of witchcraft reawakens a Rebel doctor’s heart.
Julian McKenzie, a surgeon and makeshift colonel, is at the end of his rope. He’s trapped deep in the South with his Rebel platoon, and their supplies and morale are running low. But while fleeing from an attack, he finds salvation in a most unusual form: a run-down plantation. Inside, widow Rhiannon Tremaine, a Union sympathizer, practices what the locals describe as witchcraft. In reality, Rhiannon is a gifted healer and medic. Still, she does have a bit of magic in her. In the fifth book of her Florida Civil War series, bestselling author Heather Graham evokes a treacherous world of divided loyalties. Rhiannon has the gift of second sight, and while she used to welcome her visions, now her dreams only give her pain.
In Julian, though, she may have found someone to change them . . . if the war doesn’t conspire to rip the two apart.
This ebook features an illustrated biography of Heather Graham, including rare photos from the author’s personal collection.
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