He lost everything . . . but his duty to her brought him back to life.
Innkeeper
Oriana Thorpe is a smuggler’s daughter who has been hardened by a legacy she
cannot escape. She has risked everything, including her safety, in her attempts
to break free, going so far as to challenge her evil pirate brother, Charles,
in order to save a lady and her maid from his wrath. Determined to atone for
his villainy, Oriana distributes the blood money he left behind to widows and
orphans living nearby. But when threatening letters promising retribution begin
to arrive from Charles, she suspects one or more of her customers may be her
despicable brother’s spies. Yet one haunted man promises to protect her, and
she finds herself taking the greatest risk of all—falling in love.
Captain
Pierce Walsingham should have died when his ship was destroyed by the notorious
smuggler Captain Carnage. Instead, Pierce was pulled from the water by the
Robin Hood of Cornwall, a pirate known only as the Black Regent. In gratitude,
Pierce accepts the Regent’s offer to take over the man’s role, allowing his name
to be added to the list of the dead and vowing to protect the beautiful
innkeeper who saved his sister Chloe’s life. Unfortunately, Oriana is also
Carnage’s next of kin, and the smuggler has sworn vengeance against her and
Chloe.
While
there is no cause dearer to Pierce’s heart than stopping Carnage, the task
won’t be easy. Strategic allegiances have replenished his enemy’s power at sea,
and he’s moving ever closer to enacting his revenge. Now Pierce must find a way
to defeat Carnage, all while fighting his desire for the resilient woman who
fiercely defends her roost.
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National bestselling
historical romance author Katherine Bone
has been passionate about history since she had the opportunity to travel to
various Army bases, castles, battlegrounds, and cathedrals as an Army brat
turned officer’s wife. Who knew an Army wife’s passion for romance novels would
lead to pirates? Certainly not her rogue, whose Alma Mater’s adage is “Go Army.
Beat Navy!” Now enjoying the best of both worlds, Katherine lives in the south
where she writes about rogues, rebels, and rakes—aka pirates, lords, captains,
duty, honor, and country—and the happily-ever-afters that every alpha male and
damsel deserve.
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Footsteps.
“Jarvis?” he whispered.
A stirring of rock.
He turned, just barely
avoiding being bludgeoned by a miner’s pick. He reacted, veering sideways, and
lost his grip on the lantern. It fell, landing in one piece on several bags of
highly flammable tobacco. Christ! If the lantern broke before he could retrieve
it, a fire would ignite, and fed by the liquor and tobacco stored in the
cellar, the fire would cause the entire inn to explode, killing everyone
sleeping inside.
His assailant gave him no
time to remedy the situation, though. He came hard and fast, his momentum forcing
Walsingham back into the shelf. Produce jars clanked loudly behind his head
then tumbled to the ground, breaking, as Walsingham wrestled with his attacker.
He grabbed the pick’s shaft, pushing against it with all his might to keep from
being impaled as it pressed into his throat, cutting off his air.
A sour taste filled his
mouth, and he wheezed.
Damn
it, this is not how I’m going to die!
Caught in a contest of
wills, Walsingham struggled to survive long enough to save the Roost. He
gritted his teeth, and his muscles screamed for clemency as a tidal wave of
strength burst forth from his core. He pushed against his attacker, grunting
with the effort, and found himself gazing into the eyes of Fergus Argall.
“You!” Walsingham raged.
His pulse beat in his throat
as Fergus blew out a long breath and sneered. “Thought ye were smarter than
Carnage, did ye? He’ll reward me plenty for taking care of ye.”
Fergus’s laughter became
a snarl as Walsingham clamped his teeth and tightened his fingers around the
pick shaft. He dug in, thrusting all his weight forward to force Fergus
off-balance. Propelled backward, Fergus struggled to raise the pick and launch
another attack.
Walsingham was ready. He
used Fergus’s disrupted balance to his advantage and slung a bag of tea at his
uplifted arms. Fergus instantly lowered them as Walsingham hit him again, this
time in the knees. Fergus went down, and the pick rattled to the ground.
“No! Don’t!” Fergus cried
out as Walsingham grabbed the pick and raised it to strike. He lifted his hands
in surrender. “Wait!”
Hesitation caused death,
and yet, as Walsingham stood there, poised above Fergus, he fought his impulses
to kill the man. What if Fergus had information that could help them?
Walsingham rammed the blunt end of the pick into Fergus’s head, knocking the
man out cold, and then retrieved the lantern before a spark destroyed them all.
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