| Author: | Deanna Cox | ISBN: | 9781310975660 |
| Publisher: | Deanna Cox | Publication: | December 24, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Deanna Cox |
| ISBN: | 9781310975660 |
| Publisher: | Deanna Cox |
| Publication: | December 24, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
When her lord father's ship is captured by pirates, Lady Isabella Spencer is determined to save them all from certain harm. She braves the pirates' wrath to negotiate her own ransom, offering herself as hostage to the most wicked of them all - the shameless and infamous Captain James Turner. He's a man keen to take what he wants, and Isabella soon finds herself firmly in his sights. She comes to see there's more to the man that first meets the eye - more than that sudden, shameful attraction of their first meeting.The man is a contradiction unto himself, as civilised as he is savage; as handsome and charming as he is rough to the core. When she steps out of line and must accept the captain's punishment, the same as the rest of his crew, she finds more at his hand that she ever dreamed possible - an unspeakable pleasure she knows she must resist. A true lady would never even consider giving in to such a scoundrel ... no matter how hard he tries to seduce her. Can she resist his silver tongue and wicked ways long enough to await rescue? Moreover, the longer she spends staring into the man's piercing blue eyes, as deep as the ocean, does she really want to be rescued at all? A sizzling hot tale of seduction, surrender and romance upon the high seas.
Warning: for mature readers only. 129K+ words. Contains elements of bondage, spanking and anal sex.
Excerpt:
“Miss Spencer?” The softness of his tone caught her off guard, and she found herself looking at him even as her shame demanded she run and hide her blushes beneath the bedsheets. The captain kept his distance, but if Isabella thought she knew desire before, she had not yet seen the blatant hunger in his eyes. “You know why I did what I did back there – why such theatrics were called for.” It was not a question, yet she nodded. He continued. “You know it was the whip you deserved, and they'd have seen you bleed and begged for more. I've been more than merciful with you today, love, and I think you know that, and so I won't be finding you trying to pull the wool over my eyes again, now will I? You'll behave yourself during your time here, and there'll be no more punishments, no more sting of my hand … unless …”
That unasked question pulled at her, written in those sea-blue eyes that would surely drown her if only she let them. Unless you want it. She gave her head a violent shake. “I'll do anything in my power never to feel the touch of your hand again, Captain.” Turning on her heel, she made it halfway through his cabin door before he caught her. A hand closed around her upper arm, halting her, drawing her back against his chest, and though he did not turn her to face that cool, unrelenting stare, she was under his thrall all the same.
“I think,” came his hot murmur against her ear, “that you've learned your place for today, but there's so much more we could teach one another. Don't think I didn't hear that lovely little moan, pet. You can have plenty more of them with me, if you've a mind to. It's a long, lonely journey ahead, but I think between the two of us, we could make it that much sweeter. Think about it, Princess – I know I will.”
It took her several seconds to realise he had released her, longer still for her to gather up her skirts and her most wicked of wayward thoughts and hurry her way inside to safety. The click of the lock this time was welcome – her respite from the rest of the ship, but most of all, from him.
When her lord father's ship is captured by pirates, Lady Isabella Spencer is determined to save them all from certain harm. She braves the pirates' wrath to negotiate her own ransom, offering herself as hostage to the most wicked of them all - the shameless and infamous Captain James Turner. He's a man keen to take what he wants, and Isabella soon finds herself firmly in his sights. She comes to see there's more to the man that first meets the eye - more than that sudden, shameful attraction of their first meeting.The man is a contradiction unto himself, as civilised as he is savage; as handsome and charming as he is rough to the core. When she steps out of line and must accept the captain's punishment, the same as the rest of his crew, she finds more at his hand that she ever dreamed possible - an unspeakable pleasure she knows she must resist. A true lady would never even consider giving in to such a scoundrel ... no matter how hard he tries to seduce her. Can she resist his silver tongue and wicked ways long enough to await rescue? Moreover, the longer she spends staring into the man's piercing blue eyes, as deep as the ocean, does she really want to be rescued at all? A sizzling hot tale of seduction, surrender and romance upon the high seas.
Warning: for mature readers only. 129K+ words. Contains elements of bondage, spanking and anal sex.
Excerpt:
“Miss Spencer?” The softness of his tone caught her off guard, and she found herself looking at him even as her shame demanded she run and hide her blushes beneath the bedsheets. The captain kept his distance, but if Isabella thought she knew desire before, she had not yet seen the blatant hunger in his eyes. “You know why I did what I did back there – why such theatrics were called for.” It was not a question, yet she nodded. He continued. “You know it was the whip you deserved, and they'd have seen you bleed and begged for more. I've been more than merciful with you today, love, and I think you know that, and so I won't be finding you trying to pull the wool over my eyes again, now will I? You'll behave yourself during your time here, and there'll be no more punishments, no more sting of my hand … unless …”
That unasked question pulled at her, written in those sea-blue eyes that would surely drown her if only she let them. Unless you want it. She gave her head a violent shake. “I'll do anything in my power never to feel the touch of your hand again, Captain.” Turning on her heel, she made it halfway through his cabin door before he caught her. A hand closed around her upper arm, halting her, drawing her back against his chest, and though he did not turn her to face that cool, unrelenting stare, she was under his thrall all the same.
“I think,” came his hot murmur against her ear, “that you've learned your place for today, but there's so much more we could teach one another. Don't think I didn't hear that lovely little moan, pet. You can have plenty more of them with me, if you've a mind to. It's a long, lonely journey ahead, but I think between the two of us, we could make it that much sweeter. Think about it, Princess – I know I will.”
It took her several seconds to realise he had released her, longer still for her to gather up her skirts and her most wicked of wayward thoughts and hurry her way inside to safety. The click of the lock this time was welcome – her respite from the rest of the ship, but most of all, from him.
