David and Lisa are Peace Corps Volunteers, who can't get along while serving at Holy Cross Mission in Bolahun, Liberia. After she slaps him at Saturday market, they fall in love. But the coming horrific Civil War brings tragedy to them as well.

In the summer of 1918 a tragedy echoed across the world when the Russian Imperial Romanov family was murdered by communists leaving much of the country crying out in mourning. Yet, there was a myth that one daughter, the youngest daughter; the Grand Duchess Anastasia had escaped. Though many disbelieved, for some this would prove to be more than a rumor and it would change their lives forever. Annalisa Peterson, a senior in high school, is dying to get out and move as far away from her family as possible. Not that she has had a rough childhood, but she wants to get away from constantly being expected to be the perfect A student and consistently having to visit her great grandmother who doesn't seem to like her, and oh yeah, doesn't speak a word of English. One final class assignment could change everything that she's ever known, and could literally re-write history. To find out the truth about her family's history, it isn't long before she's digging through old papers, books, photographs, and even travelling to Russia; not to mention getting her heart tangled up with the enemy along the way. As Annalisa finds out more and more, she's quickly discovering that once the real truth is out, her entire life will be turned upside down, and life will become much more dangerous for her, and those around her. Secrets are revealed. Questions are answered. One thing is certain; Annalisa never thought that her senior year would end like this.

Mystery. Thriller. When Sophie is kidnapped by two very dangerous people, she's forced to do things she doesn't want to do. But as time goes on, secrets unfold and perspectives change. Will Sophie be able to uncover their true past and use it to her advantage?

I don't speak. I have no reason to anymore, I have nothing to say to anyone. All they do is twist my words. They don't understand me, no one understands me. I'm to different. I'm broken, i'm crazy, i'm insane. That's how everyone puts it. What they don't understand is that if they had been put into the situation I was thrusted into one year ago they would have done that same thing. I believe i've punished myself enough, but everyone insists that I haven't learned my lesson. If you try and ask them what the lesson I must be learning is though... they won't have an answer. But I have an answer. The lesson is to never let yourself be blinded by love. Take it from a girl who was actually blinded because she loved, and loved him so much.