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Category: Romance
Description: Katie Morgan longs for adventure. She is issued an invitation by her aunt and uncle to spend some time with them in Port Royal. She jumps at the chance to see part of the world and to escape her mother and step-father. There is something evil about the man but she can't prove it. Katie departs England and is looking forward to experience a new place and culture but before she can arrive in Jamaica her ship is boarded by pirates she's knocked out by a blow to her head when she falls and she and her ladies maid are taken prisoner. When Katie awakens she realizes she's on a different ship and that the quarters she's currently located in are very masculine. Never one to sit around and play helpless, Katie arms herself and waits for the cure who would steal her from the safety of her ship. When her captor finally arrives two things happen. She realizes just how handsome her pirate is and how much trouble she really is in. Captain Ravencroft knows who she is and thinks she can help him find the proof he needs to prove Simon, her step-father guilty of murder. A murder he's been accused of performing. However, the lines blur between captive and captor and they both find themselves fighting the attraction that burns between them. Katie realizes Drake is the man she loves but how will he ever be able to overlook the fact she is tied to his enemy?
eBook Publisher: DCL Publications LLC, 2008 Australia
eBookwise Release Date: April 2009

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [367 KB]
Words: 81189
Reading time: 231-324 min.

The capture of the Chelsea pleased Drake immensely. It netted them exactly what they were after without any loss of life. The crew of the Chelsea gave up after a half-hearted attempt at fighting. He hated when the enemy put up a fight, not because he didn't like a good tussle now and again, but the senseless death that came with hand to hand combat weighed on him. Fate had put him on this path and he would see it through to the bitter end. One day he would return home to England with his honor and title intact, and the person who set him up would finally pay the price.

A knock issued on his closed door. "Enter." He pulled off his soiled shirt, tossing it into the pile of laundry on his way to his sea chest. Michael shouldered his way into the room, carrying an unconscious woman. Drake froze when Michael deposited his burden on the captain's berth.

"Do you want to tell me what in hell is going on and while you're at it, explain just who she is?" Drake pulled on a clean shirt and stepped away from the woman on his bed.

"Devon and Royce brought back a little more than we anticipated."

"I can see that but it doesn't answer my questions." He wanted answers and Michael knew it.

Moving to his desk he began to make notations in his logbook. "What I don't understand is why you brought her here."

"Well, I couldn't very well leave her in the crew galley and I already have her companion in my berth."

He dropped his quill and all pretense of trying to work. "There is another one?" Silently he counted to ten and when that didn't work to calm him he continued on to thirty. "Women are trouble while on board ship."

"I know that, Drake, but what was I supposed to do? Send them back so they could bob along with the other crew in the lifeboats?"

He knew that was not a good idea. Yet he didn't want them on his ship.

"If it helps any, I have given you the healthy one."

Drake's head popped up as he looked at his best friend. "The healthy one? Do I even want to know?"

"Aye, the healthy one. As far as I can tell, she only has a bump on the head caused by the ship rocking when Royce surprised them which knocked her out. Her friend, on the other hand, is not a sailor by any stretch of the imagination."

"Sea sick huh?" He rolled his charts and bound them before putting his things away. "Do we have any idea who are new guests are?"

Michael smiled for the first time since entering his cabin. "As a matter of fact we do. There on your bed is the step daughter of Simon Blakely."

He was silent for a heartbeat before a chuckle broke loose. It was not long before it led to outright laughter. This was perfect. His enemy was truly at his mercy. Goals that seemed so far only hours ago, now seemed to be at hand. Fate could not have been kinder, placing Blakely's step-daughter in his oh, so capable hands. "Change of plans. Tell Bradley to chart a course for Isle of Angelique."

They were sailing to safety.

"I imagine there is someone waiting for our new guest in Port Royal and I'm not ready to hand her over just yet."

Michael frowned. "Drake, she's innocent in all this. Promise me you will be kind to her."

He stared at his friend. "Have you ever known me to be less then a gentleman around females?"

"No, but then again you never had your archenemy's daughter in your hands either."