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Blurb from Redcoats and Sleigh Bells
It took more than a bullet wound to stop Holly Masters from completing her intelligence mission. Generals, patrols, and experienced scouts had been her sport, until she met Dr. Nicholas Clayton. Severely injured and now his patient, in order to complete her assignment, she must decide if she can kill the man who saved her life.
Nicholas has healed wounded men for both the Patriots and the Crown, but he never expected to find a wounded woman, dressed in a British military uniform, on the edge of his property. Tucked into her coat sleeve, she holds many secrets that will change the course of the war. As an officer, he has a duty to prevent her from leaving his custody. As a doctor, he has the means to prevent her from revealing what she knows. Trained for every action, nothing has prepared him for what he knows he must do.
The sleigh bells jingled as he bridled the horse. “There isn't time to remove the strap. Grab that cloth over there and wrap them. We can at least muffle the noise. With the information destroyed, there's no proof that you know anything. Promise me, you will keep your mouth closed.”
She didn't know if she should be insulted or proud. “Nicholas, why do you want me to leave now?”
He continued without a proper answer. “Even if you get to the General in time, which you won't, it will be too late.”
“Nicholas, answer me.”
He stopped and looked across the horse's back. “Surely you realize that a soldier will never give accurate information in front of a civilian, even when ordered to do so by his superior. The information the sergeant gave in the barn was incorrect.”
“Are you certain?”
“Quite.” He bent over to tighten the girth. “When he returned, the paper he gave me had the correct information.”
Holly's stomach dropped to her knees and her hands shook. “Nicholas, what did you write in response?”
He refused to acknowledge her and strapped an extra blanket to the back of her saddle.
He didn't need words. His expression spoke for him. Holly held a fist to her stomach and backed away. Her throat closed preventing her from swallowing. She had to sit soon or fall over.
He rushed to her side but she held up her hand, staying him. “Why?” The word, barely audible, was all she could manage.