ANTIETAM FREDERICKSBURG MURFREESBORO CHANCELLORSVILLE The War Between the States raged on; burning its way through the cities and towns of this ravaged country, and leaving her rivers running red with the blood of her valiant sons-blue and gray. Brother pitted against brother, father against son, neighbor against his neighbor. Fear and anger now ruled over the once tranquil land. Soon, no one would be safe from its brutal scourge. Each battle fought, was bloodier than the one before...and then there was GETTYSBURG...and the angels wept. Logan Wilson had rushed headlong into many battles, seeking revenge on those who were responsible for killing his pa. He needed to wipe away the searing memories that were too painful to recall, and he hoped to find a reason to carry on. Time and time again he witnessed his friends fall in battle. Some were too young to shave. One morning, as he faced the cannons across the wheat field at Gettysburg, he knew his life was about to change. Ready to die for the cause, he never expected to find love on the battlefield. Logan should have despised Eleanor. She and her father were Yankees-through and through, and the major was responsible for leaving him permanently maimed and useless to anyone. They were the enemy and yet they refused to let him die. Yes, he should have hated her, but with one glance into her deep, violet eyes, all his feelings of animosity were erased from his heart. As if caught in a spider's web, he was hopelessly entangled in her spell. Once again, he'd lost a battle and had succumbed to a mightier foe. Eleanor knew it at once, and she refused to give up. She would not lose this one. A confederate soldier lying helpless in a Union infirmary was unusual, but it was necessary. Despite the war and the dangers surrounding them, she fought for what she wanted and carved out the life she had always dreamed of-until they discovered his long held secret, and it threatened to ruin everything.