PIRATES, PASSION AND
PLUNDER
What's a lady to do when
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Stripped to the skin by
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THE CAPTAIN’S CAPTIVE
by Victoria Vale
RAVEN
by Ashe Barker
ROGUE BOOTY
by Golden Angel
THE BLOND DEVIL OF THE SEA
by Celeste Barclay
BOUGHT BY THE BUCCANEER
by Vanessa Brooks
TAKEN BY SIN
by Sky Purington
THE SEA WOLF
by Lee Savino
EDWARD’S LAW
by Felicity Brandon
PIRATE’S RUIN
by Marie Hall
OWNED BY THE PIRATE
by Sue Lyndon and
Celeste Jones
TROUBLED WATERS
by Jane Burrelli
PURSUING HER PIRATE
by Jaye Peaches
HIS STOWAWAY
by Measha Stone
HIS WICKED WAYS
by S. Cinders
CUT AND THRUST
by Simone Leigh
PIRATE’S PLEASURE
by Mariah Stone
LADY EVANGELINE’S PIRATICAL PERSUASION
by Emily Tilton
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Blurb for Edwards’s
Law by Felicity Brandon
The Dexterity—designed to be the pride of
the King’s navy, is mine.
Or, at least, she should have been, had the
scoundrel Edward Law not waltzed into Christy’s auction house and stolen her
from right under my nose.
But if Law thinks he can claim what
rightfully belongs me to me, then he has another thing coming.
No man can make demands on me, be he
gentleman, or otherwise.
I won’t concede to his dark, brooding eyes.
I won’t surrender to his iron will.
Edward Law means nothing to me…
Excerpt from Edward’s Law
Edward smiled. “As you can see, I
have news of my own.”
He tilted his head in the
direction of Alice, and for an excruciating moment, both men turned and
regarded her. Alice’s face burned with embarrassment, and instinctively, she
lowered her gaze, her attention falling on the stiff ropes at her wrists.
“A woman, Captain?”
“Very observant, Carlisle,” said
Edward with a laugh. “Yes, a stowaway by the name of Alice Jaggers.”
“But a woman, sir,” the other man
repeated. “It’s bad luck to have a woman onboard.”
Alice lifted her chin with
interest. Bad luck, huh? This could be her way off the vessel altogether.
“Only if you subscribe to
superstitions,” countered Law in an amused tone. “Which as you know, I do not.
It is not luck that has brought us good fortune in the past but our own
fortitude.”
Carlisle raised his brows but said
nothing to protest. “How did she get on board, sir? And what are we to do with
her?”
Alice’s belly twisted at the last
question, her gaze darting once more to Edward Law. Until today, he was a man
she had barely even contemplated—the man at the auction, a name on a list at
Christie’s, but nothing more. Now, it seemed Mr. Law held Alice’s destiny in
his hands, and she was heady with the new reality.
“I found her hidden in my
quarters,” explained Edward as he turned to face Alice. “As for your second
query, Carlisle, we are not going to do anything with her. As captain, our
guest is my responsibility.”
She gulped at the way he made that
sound, suddenly unsure if she should be grateful or afraid—worse was the way
Alice’s body was reacting to the tattered captain. Where she had previously
been disgusted by the sight of the man, she was fast becoming compelled. The
weight of his stare and his authoritative presence had affected Alice in ways
she could never have foreseen, and as she met his gaze again, she was perturbed
by the way heat pooled beneath her gown.
“I should like you to stand guard
outside my door while I address the crew.” Edward’s focus was back on Carlisle
now. “I am sure you can understand I cannot have any of the men stumbling upon
her by mistake.”
Carlisle turned to look at Alice,
his brown eyes drilling into her. “Aye, sir,” he responded after a moment. “I
can understand.”
Law moved toward him, resting his
hand on the shorter man’s shoulder. “I would trust only you with this objective,
my friend,” he said solemnly. “Keep her safe for me.”
“You can count on me, Captain,”
Carlisle smiled, revealing two crooked front teeth.
“Good. Then I must depart.” Law
turned in Alice’s direction, fixing her with a hard stare. “I shall not be
long, but until that time, behave yourself.”
Alice pulled in a deep breath as
both men stalked from the room. She watched as the door slammed closed behind
them, imagining Carlisle waiting just beyond. A potent myriad of emotions
stirred as she heard what she assumed to be Law’s boots pacing away.
No man had ever spoken to her that
way. Even her father had treated his only daughter with courtesy and respect
when he addressed her.
Alice blinked, shaking her head as
she processed what she was feeling.
On the one hand, she was
embarrassed at her current predicament, entirely of her own making, and no idea
how it would be reconciled, but on the other hand, she was seething with
indignation at the way she had been treated. The way Law had spoken to her—dressing
her down like a servant. Her face flamed as she recalled his proximity and the
way he had touched her—the nerve of the man—then had somehow made her admit the
error of her ways aloud. That was a feat no one had achieved before. Alice may
have been guilty, but she would never have admitted such, especially to a
stranger.
She sighed, eyeing the captain’s
quarters as she struggled against the ropes. Being bound this way was
intolerable—just like Law’s insufferable arrogance and the way he made
assumptions about Alice. He assumed she would obey him and would be pliant to
his plans. She snorted—the man had a lot to learn about Alice Jaggers if he
thought she would remain compliant. She had not sneaked her way on board just
to end up his bound captive, yet even as resentment burned in her blood, there
was also something else. His commanding presence, just like the bondage, had
stirred something in Alice.
Something she had not expected.
Something that felt like desire.
