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Catherine L. Knowles has written White Dove, an epic story of love, betrayal, hate, and survival set against the tumultuous background of the Civil War and General Sherman’s Scorch the Earth campaign. At the center of the tale is a former bordello business manager Mollie “Sissy” Greenleaf, a “spitfire” loud, outspoken woman. Sissy finds herself in the middle of a heated courtroom battle to defend the honor of her deceased best friend and confidant Mollie Teal and her estate.

It started when I chose to remain with them. The ones who took me from my life and changed all the rules. The chains binding me to my family loosened their hold. Little did I know that by taking me, Quinn and his friends began the long process of setting me free. And even as I got closer to the boys, the past always held us back. Keeping our feelings at bay. The questions plagued me. Where did my loyalties lie? Who could I trust? And the biggest one of all. Could I really go against everything I knew to be with the four people who kept me captive to use me against my father?

A new Civil War is brewing. With the city of Bewelcome as its headquarters, Allan Pinkerton’s Detective Agency leads a siege on Hex City, the town founded by “Reverend” Asher Rook and his consort, the Mayan goddess Ixchel. Monsters prowl the battleground, rocket trails of spells crisscross the sky, and an unnatural rain falls. Sides must be taken, but Pinkerton-agent-turned-outlaw Ed Morrow, spiritualist Yancey Kloves, and even Rook must choose what ruin or redemption means to each of them. Meanwhile, Chess Pargeter gears up for the greatest fight of his life—and death.

I wake up bound in a winter wonderland with no memory of how I got here. Thousands of Christmas lights illuminate the land around me—a sprawling tree farm transformed into a mystical land of candy. Behind me, footsteps crunch through freshly fallen snow. A voice cuts through the silent night...

I let my temper get the best of me. Now we have less to work with and a much larger puzzle to solve. I wiped out our best lead and shook the foundation of my new rule, all in one shanking. Double crap. My Darkblood subjects no longer trust me, and we're being sucked into the biggest scavenger hunt of the two worlds. Even if the leprechaun's curse was never real, something more sinister was locked inside that gold coin: doubt.