The spirit of independence blazed in Merry Morgan's breast, so one glance from Darcy Mont's smoldering 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 them. 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?
This one wasn't nearly as good as the first book. The h wasn't very likeable and the H came across as more boring than exciting man of her dreams. Also, the historical characters were all cliched, and the author makes too much of that unfounded rumor that Peggy Shippen and Major Andre were madly in love and Arnold meant nothing to her.