Seducing Liberty

By D.L. Jackson

Out of the mists of time, rides a story of espionage, love, and a 1Night Stand.

When Ryann Summers, an actress playing the role of Lady Liberty, an Agent in Washington’s Culper spy ring, asks Madame Eve of 1Night Stand for a date, a night she’ll never forget—where her identity is kept secret—she gets more than she bargained for.

Now she’s caught in the middle of the American Revolution and between two of the sexiest men she’s ever set eyes on. If she can survive the musketballs and the invading British forces, she just might find everything she’s been searching for—sex hot enough to set the sea on fire.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Decadent Publishing
• Release date: Nov 7, 2011
• ISBN: 9781613331521

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Seducing Liberty

A 1Night Stand Story

by

D.L. Jackson

Smashwords Edition

Copyright © 2011 by D.L. Jackson

ISBN: 978-1-61333-152-1

Cover art by Dara England

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~DEDICATION~

For Arlene, Barbara and Laurie, my IPs. Here’s to seven years of hijacked PADs, a kick in the ass when I needed it, and a virtual shoulder to cry on when I didn’t. You’re the best.

Chapter One

August 22nd, 1776, Long Island, NY

The sooner the rebels learn their treachery will not be tolerated, the sooner we can restore British authority to this Godforsaken soil. Captain John Simcoe’s voice rose in heated fervor. We must answer this challenge or appear as cowards and lose our advantage. We will take the war to them; burn them out of their houses if we must.

William Summers, Madelyn’s father, spoke up. They’re little threat—farmers—laborers. Your measures sound extreme.

Understatement. Madelyn reined in the contentious snort. If she wanted to hear more, it was best she remain silent and unnoticed.

John’s right. If they will not join, they should be considered traitors and treated as such, Lt. Colonel Robert Rogers said. Regardless of how they make their living off the king’s land. Rogers had moved from settlement to settlement looking to recruit Loyalists on Long Island, and met her father during that time. They quickly became close friends and William’s home was a common meeting place for Loyalists and British officers.

Madelyn continued to sit there, drawn into the forbidden discussion. There might be much to gain today. Their tongues were looser than normal and their passions running high. She set her needlework to the side, turned her head toward her father’s study, and strained to catch more of the conversation.

You can’t execute them all. The better way is to control the money. If you cut off the food and supplies, the resistance will die.

This Declaration of Independence is like a disease—spreading everywhere. They would rather eat the soles of their shoes than submit to British authority. I don’t think cutting off supplies will stop it. Aaron Channing, a tall officer in British red, a member of The Queen’s Rangers, and her future husband, with his handsome face and shiny boots, seemed to sense her intrusion. He turned his head, caught her watching, and shut the door with a soft click.

Madelyn sighed. Politics—revolution, they were of no concern to women, and if her father knew she’d eavesdropped, she’d be reprimanded. Would her fiancé hold his tongue? She bit her lip and stared at the door. Most likely,