High above the craggy coast of Maine stood Dawn Wind, Home of the Blackheath clan, a proud New England dynasty as rugged and fierce as the storm-swept seas it ruled.Now, despite ominous rumors of war, the Blackheaths have gathered to celebrate their greatest moments of triumph unaware that a handsome stranger with slate-gray eyes has entered their midst to unleash forces of lust, jealousy, and betrayal to set wife against husband, father against son to tear them asunder and make the Blackheaths hated traitors in the land they love.A Saga as wild as the midnight storm -- as timeless as whispers of love borne on the Dawn Wind.
It could have been a really good book. Ship yards, civil war, interracial relationships........Unfortunately the author decided to follow the dull story threads and not the interesting ones. And rushed to jam it all together at the end.
Started off good, then took a quick nosedive. How many times must that old plotline be rehashed, where the h and H are too stubborn to work out their differences, the H has too much pride, the h has too little faith, then the h discovers she's pregnant and marries the boring OM so baby won't be a bastard? Well, here it is again, ad nauseum! And that's when I stopped reading.
How about - for a refreshing change - a h who braves society's stigma and determines to raise her child on her own, without resorting to that ruse of young widow, and come what may, sticks to her guns until the inevitable confrontation with the H? Use your literary imaginations more creatively, for crying out loud!
A pity, because the background of the events leading to the Civil War, the shipping business, and the running of a plantation (not to mention the slavery issue) would have made for a great novel, if done properly. Instead, it became another DNF.