Fate and Fair Winds

Philadelphia, July 1776

“John, I’m sorry, but do you have a nightshirt?” Simm looked at the exhausted blonde lit only by moonlight. He pulled a fresh linen shirt from his press. Major John FitzSimmon did not expect to find anything more than raw need when he invited Rebecca to his rooms. He wanted to revel in her sensuous beauty, pleasure her to furious ecstasy and walk away. Just as he had promised at their chance meeting when he had admired her sketch and she had asked him a question, declaring her right to mold her own future. He walked away, just as he had promised, but that night never strayed far in his thoughts.

He hadn’t expected to find her. Certainly not quarter in her house. But now he must protect her, while working to discover what secrets she hides in that blue cape ... before they are framed and hanged for treason.