The Pirate Lord

As a slow smile edged over her lips, she lifted her arms to pull him back into her embrace. “All the better. It’s like I’ve always said: the best women—and men—are the ones worth fighting for.”

Thy love unto me now is dearer than life,

And happie am I since thou wilt be my wife,

And while I’m on shore still with thee I will stay,

Imbracing thy charms, love, by night and by day…

I’m going to find Sara, and make her see that her place is here. I have to find her. I must tell her that I need her…that I love her.”

She was wicked, truly wicked indeed.

Oh, how glorious it was to be wicked.

He lifted his face to hers, his eyes as clear as the sky outside. “Then you came along, a spitfire like I never seen. You were the tonic a man takes to brace himself for livin’.

He groaned. Why was it every time he thought of Sara he imagined her in bed, her slender arms outstretched, her eyes shrouded in mystery as she beckoned to him like a siren calling a sailor?

It would be dangerous to kiss her. She wasn’t the woman for him.

But he had to taste her once. Just a little taste.

Auburn strands of hair clung loosely to the bun she’d tortured them into, and her eyes were nearly the same color, a dark reddish-brown fringed with the longest, most delicate lashes he’d ever seen.

By God, she was beautiful. Peach-tinged lips…a wide, white brow…and satiny skin with just enough freckles to hint at a mischievous nature.

liked being up in the rigging, where he could feel the fine salt wind dust his ears and see the grand ocean spilling out around him on a fair day like a fortune in sparkling diamonds.

governess to the Duke of Dorchester’s daughters until the night she’d stabbed the duke’s eldest son and nearly killed him. Now the gently bred woman was serving a sentence of fourteen years’ transportation