The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor And the highwayman came riding Riding--riding The highwayman came riding,up to the old inn door.
T howeh her father had been the legendary highwayman who lost his life for the innkeever's daughter he loved, down-to- earth Lizzie Tvnsdale had no use for romance, She had enough to do running the inn she'd inherited without falling for a handsome face or a pair of broad shoulders.
B ut when a mysterious guest appeared at the inn one stormy night, it seemed history was destined to repeat itself. Once again, the redcoats were ordered to hunt down an inno- cent man, and Lizzie, like her mother before her, would risk her own safety to prevent his capture. For when the dark-eyed Stranger took her in his
ars for a heart-stopping
kiss, she understooa how a woman could defy death itself for the man of her dreams.
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