on November 28th 2017
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Indulge in Daring A Rogue To Love: Six tales of unrepentant rogues and the women who win their hearts. These scoundrels don't stand a chance!
NEVER TEMPT A ROGUE by CHRISTY CARLYLE
An infamous rogue meets his match in a feisty chaperone who has all but given up on love.
Felicity Beckett's uncle has tasked her with one goal for Lord and Lady Forsythe's country house party. Keep her innocent cousin away from the notorious rake, Lord Lindsay. Unfortunately, no one warned Felicity how irresistible a rogue can be.
STOLEN BY MY KNAVE by DAWN BROWER
As a child, Lady Elizabeth Kendall glimpsed fantastical images in a mirror of a handsome man. Imagine her surprise when years later she meets a duke who bears a striking resemblance to her imaginary suitor.
MY LORD ROGUE by KATHERINE BONE
A masterful spy in disguise reunites with a noble rogue from her past. Espionage, secrecy, and thwarted assassination attempts. The only thing more dangerous is being in love...
CAPTIVATED BY THE CAPTAIN by AMANDA MARIEL
What happens when an American shipping company heiress crosses paths with a domineering pirate? Can two people whose life paths are at odds find common ground?
SHUNNED NO MORE by CHRISTINA MCKNIGHT
Lady Viola Oberbrook longed for a quiet life in the country, far from London and the society who'd shunned her during her first season. She never expected to come face-to-face with Lord Haversham, the only man who had every right to despise her.
THE EARL AND THE HIGHWAYMAN'S DAUGHTER by MAGGI ANSERSEN
Eugenia Hawthorne, daughter of a deceitful highwayman, saves the life of the Earl of Trentham after he's deposited at her door suffering from a bullet wound. Outsmarting her father, the earl becomes her guardian and takes Eugenia to live as his ward in his beautiful country estate, Lilac Court. But what does he really want from her?
CAPTIVATED BY THE CAPTAIN
At the rustle of a key turning in the lock, she let go of the map and turned in the chair to face the entrance. The door swung open and Jasper stared at her. She fought the urge to look away but, instead, met his gaze. It would not kill her to be amiable. Perchance it may even benefit her. “Thank you for sending me the change of clothes.”
“The ship’s gunner will mend your gown so you have it when you depart.”
“That is not necessary. Discard it.” She smiled at the surprise her words ignited in his ice blue eyes. Had he expected her to be vexed over her new wardrobe?
“As you wish.” He leaned his hip on the edge of the desk.
“Can you tell me where we are exactly?” She pointed to America on the map. “I would like to know how far I am from home.”
He glanced from her to the document. “You know how to read maps?”
“I am an educated woman, Captain.”
He chuckled. “I do not doubt it, and, as I told you previously, you have leave to call me Jasper when we’re alone.” A mild irritation laced his voice.
She nodded but had no intention of ever using his given name. The act was far too intimate. He was a pirate for God’s sake. She had no desire to befriend him. Pirates murdered her father and Louisa. She traced the puckered scar on his cheek with her gaze. Had he received any new injuries saving her?
Captain Blackmore murdered the pirates who captured her—avenged her father and rescued her. He risked his life in battle. Still, she could not allow herself to see him as more than the enemy, not even if she wished to.
“It has been my experience that women generally do not read maps. Who taught you?” He opened a drawer and retrieved a bottle of amber-colored liquid along with two glasses.
She watched as he poured some into a glass all the while attempting to decide whether she should answer his question. It would not do for a pirate to know she was a wealthy shipping company owner. She certainly could not allow him to discover that her company was without protection. He must not learn of her father’s death. If he did her company would be vulnerable to him and his crew.
Jasper offered her a glass. “Thirsty?”
“No.” She held up a hand in protest. “Thank you.”
He pressed the glass into her hand anyway. “Have a little. After the day you’ve had, I am sure you are parched. Besides, spirits are good for drowning one’s sorrows.”
She accepted and took a small sip. The liquor burned down her throat but she did not choke on it. “What is it?”
“Brandy. Have you never drank it before?”
“No. I have had watered down wine and champagne on occasion, but Papa never allowed me liquor. It is not proper for a lady to imbibe in stronger drinks, but then I do not suppose a pirate would care about propriety.” Emboldened, she took another sip before setting the glass aside. “Now answer my question. Where are we?”