Publisher's Synopsis
A Romantic Love Story During the American Revolutionary War: The sound of hoofs alerted him that they were close by. Benjamin was weak but he summoned up strength to run, there was no way they would get him. Too much was at stake. He paused to take a breath when he could no longer hear the sounds. He knew they were still around and it was a trap to see if he would come out. He was not that stupid. Silently he made his way pass the cloth lines, looking out for danger. He stopped when he heard a sound, his heart pounded faster. He knew what would happen if he was caught; they would interrogate him with drastic measures before killing him. He suddenly stepped back when he collided with a body. That moment a thought occurred; a means of getting rid of the British. Without thinking twice, he grabbed the young lady and kissed her. He was stunned when he met soft lips. It had been a cover to divert their attention but he enjoyed it. He ignored her slaps on his chest and continued kissing her deeply, savoring her taste. He could barely see her face but he knew she was soft all over. "Stop fighting." He warned aggressively, the last thing he wanted was for her to make the soldiers believe otherwise. "He's no where in sight." A voice yelled a few inches from them. There were a few mumblings and Benjamin relaxed when he heard the horses go away. A slap greeted him catching him unaware. "You bastard!!" yelled a soft voice matching the mouth he had kissed. A piercing pain seared through him, he clutched his stomach and bent over, he cursed as he swam into unconsciousness. *** Ashley stared at the body on the ground, what in heavens name was going on? What was she to do? She didn't even know him. She blushed when she remembered the kiss, how dare him? She had been scared out of her skin when she had been grabbed by a stranger. If only she had not gone to see the late night play. She knew he was trouble, he was being looked for, that much she knew. The best thing was to leave him here or call the soldiers attention to him. Those thoughts were shoved aside when she knelt by him, a wound by his lower side was gushing blood. She could not let him die, she shuddered when she thought of what they were going to do to him. Burn him, and make him an example for other patriots, she could not let his death be on her. There was no way she could carry him, he weighed a ton. So she dragged him. She was glad no one was awake, there would be no explanation she could give. Quietly she dragged him up the stairs and into the attic which was her room. She sighed in relief when she finally got him on the bed. With the burning lantern she was now able to look at him. Bloody hell!! He was handsome. His dark hair was long and fell over well shaped eyes with long lashes. His face was well chiseled with cheekbones. His lips were firm that much she knew and he spotted a beard. She wondered what a fine man like him was doing with the resistance. His groans brought her back to reality and she grabbed a pillow which she placed over his mouth to keep him quiet. She grabbed a first aid kit and brought out a few supplies. Her hands hesitantly hovered over his cotton shirt, with a sigh she lifted it up and found herself smiling. Not only was he handsome but had a beautiful body. She frowned when she saw the wound, someone had done a bad knife job on him. Thankfully, she grew up with four brothers who were rascals and loved fighting, she always attended to them when they got injured in drunk brawls at the tavern. She grabbed the whiskey and poured it on the wound to sterilize it, she cleaned it and rubbed a disinfected wool over a needle.
