When Roselyn's ship goes down in a terrible storm she's sure she'll never see her fiancé again. After she regains consciousness she finds herself on a pirate ship, Neptune's Revenge, and in the bed of a famous pirate, Handsome Jack. Roselyn has no idea how much her heart yearns for adventure until it is thrust upon her. By the time they arrive in the pirate capital of Nassau, will her minister fiancé still want her? Will she still want him? Will Jack even let her go? Hopefully, a wild jail break is the only break in store for her…
Genre: FICTION / Romance / HistoricalThis book was originally published in January 2013. It's been steadily plodding along with good reviews.
July 25, 1718
Another huge wave crashed into the ship sending Roselyn careening to the other side of the cramped cabin. The captain had ordered the lamps extinguished the minute the waves became robust and the rain began to pound against the windows in earnest. Now in the pitch black night, everything that hadn't been bolted or tied down was flying around the room. Including Roselyn.
The prow of the ship dove into the trough of another wave. Her trunk slid across the planks of the floor and slammed into her back, knocking the wind from her lungs. The lady's maid who’d accompanied her on this voyage had disappeared to her own quarters early in the storm, wanting to be sick in private. Before the storm became truly ferocious, the captain of the British merchant vessel had come to her cabin several times to inquire into her welfare. Though she hadn't seen him in several hours now, she could just faintly make him out along with the rest of the crew shouting orders to each other over the roar of the wind and sea.
Roselyn struggled to her feet, working desperately to gain the bed before another wave hit. If she could manage to stay on top of the bunk she might not be so pummeled by the objects careening around on the floor. She clutched at her stomach and moaned. If everything would just hold still for a minute….
She reached the mattress, but was thrown off by a violent upheaval to starboard and bashed her head against the far bulkhead. This time the ship didn't immediately right itself, and she remained dazed in a heap lying half on the wall.
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