It began with the capture of a merchantman. Privateer Captain Christopher MacLeod had won many
ships in the war for American independence, but never before so great a prize. Below decks of the Beatrice was a woman of exceptional beauty, a woman who'd put up more fight than the crew. No matter if their kiss had set him aflame, Chris knew she felt nothing but hatred for him. There was only peril in her dark-lashed gaze, a peril colored ...
...was the hue of his eyes. His long sable hair was thick and begged to be touched. But the fact that the pirate was a handsome bastard made little impression on Sarah Godwin Hadley. He was clearly a man of great strength--she remembered the feel of his hard-muscled body as he'd carried her off. And though his well-appointed cabin smelled of lemony polish, it was still a prison cell. Christopher MacLeod was still a jailor and, if her heart spoke true, the danger she faced had just begun.
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