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The Scarlet Coat by Angela K Couch

A Woman Compelled by Christian Charity Surrounded by the musket fire of the American Revolution, Rachel Garnet prays for her family to be safe.  When the British invade the Mohawk Valley, and her father and brother don’t return from the battle, she goes in pursuit of them. She finds her brother alive but her father has been killed at the hand of the enemy. Amidst the death, how can she ignore a cry for help…? Rachel reluctantly takes in a badly wounded British officer. But how long can her sense of Christian duty repress her hatred for his scarlet coat? A Man Lost to the Devastation of War Passages of Scripture and fleeting images of society are all Andrew Wyndham recalls after he awakens to the log walls of his gentle prison. Even his name eludes him. Rachel Garnet insists he is a captain in the British army. He mourns the loss of his memory, but how can he hope to remember war when his “enemy” is capturing his heart? A Scarlet Uniform Holds the Power to Unite or Divi...

I heard the bells - Angela K Couch

Blurb: Virginia, December 1864 Three years ago, Gabriel Morgan left his home in Virginia to fight for the Union army, despite his family and his fiancée’s loyalties to the South. Now, with battle fresh in his mind, and the war still raging, he chances a quick trip home with one prayer…to make peace this Christmas. Excerpt: (not sure how much you wanted to cut it how you like.) The door burst open with a gust of winter air. “I came as soon as I heard about…” Fugitive blonde locks clung to the young woman’s reddened cheeks. She stared at him, mouth agape. “Gabe?” He fought the urge to sink into the chair. “Clara.” Still as beautiful as ever—even more so than the image his memory had clutched the past three years. Her gaze dropped to his uniform, and the moisture pooling over her azure irises was blinked away. Her eyes narrowed. “You need to leave.” Gabriel forced a laugh. “You aren’t the one who decides that. What are you doing here, anyway?” Clara twisted and pushed the ...