France Was A Blood Bath . . . Caught in the madness that gripped her homeland, Gabrielle knew that keeping her head meant keeping her secrets. There were few people she could trust, yet she found herself drawn to Alexandre Vestier, a man whose silence surely guarded secrets of his own.
Alexandre's muteness had served him well--until the appearance of Gabrielle St. Clair. The woman was beguiling, loving and innocent and consumed by a need to find her father that threatened to place her in danger at every turn.