Vengeance is a dish best served in bed…
After the deaths of his parents and a dark, troubled childhood, Captain Nate Bowen vowed he would have his revenge. But he never expected to have the tool of his revenge dropped so neatly into his lap. Juliana Hargate is not only the daughter of his enemy, but is destitute, very much alone—and exquisitely desirable.
And now that Nate has saved her life, she’s at his complete mercy…
Captive. All Juliana wanted was to clear her father’s name. Instead, she’s been struck with amnesia—unable to recall even her name—and imprisoned by a tall, imposing, and entirely unscrupulous pirate. A pirate whose eyes seem to look past her skirts and many petticoats, and whose touch sends delicious ripples of desire through her. With every passing day, she finds herself tempted to give him the very thing he’s determined to take…
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Nathanial Bowen was accustomed to people stealing from him. The other children in the whorehouse he’d grown up in had constantly fought over whatever toys and coins they could scavenge, and a hierarchy had emerged. Who had the most food? Who hit the hardest?
Eventually, after getting his nose broken twice, Nate had emerged at the top.
But those petty thefts weren’t the worst he had encountered. That had come even earlier, closer to his birth. The theft of property. The theft of honor. And he was close, so close, to getting it all back.
So when he’d seen the lithe figure climbing the crates outside his new warehouse, well, he shouldn’t have been surprised. He shouldn’t have been offended, either. The short stature made it clear he was dealing with a child. Or a young man too weak to hold a job of heavy labor. Most of all, he shouldn’t have been angry. Anger was a form of weakness. But at nearly midnight, having sunk half a bottle of brandy into his gut before throwing the bottle out his porthole, he had found himself furious.
Nate was on his ship, where the porthole of his cabin gave him a clear line of site to the building. The building that was in the process of being robbed. By a child.
He was just now getting back what had been taken from him. Wasn’t even finished, in fact—his task was but half-done. And here, some lad was trying to snatch it all from his grasp, as if none of it had ever really been Nate’s, after all.
He had a bad moment when the boy lost his footing, his feet dangling precariously. Nate was too far away to help—him on his ship and the boy on land. Six minutes if he ran at full speed. The boy managed to haul himself over. And promptly disappeared into Nate’s offices.
He let out the breath he’d been holding and, with a grunt, pushed to his feet. The whole world tilted sideways, and it took him a full thirty seconds to orient himself. What was making everything lurch beneath him? A disturbance in the water, a disruption on the ship? No, it was the brandy.
Maybe he’d drunk more than half the bottle.
A strange melancholy overtook him. He wished he’d never seen the boy stealing into his warehouse. Then he wouldn’t have to get up while his head was pounding and his mouth was dry. He could wake up in the morning, already relieved of whatever coins or gold was in the upstairs rooms. And what would it matter?
Every time he drank, the liquor made him admit that the money wouldn’t give him what he truly craved.
He really should stop drinking.
On the deck, he found himself checking the ship’s ropes. Old habits. The men on watch saluted him, silhouettes framed by moonlight, and Nate whistled a quick greeting before heading to the fore. He paused, then took two steps backward. A scrawny foot was barely visible behind a coil of rope.
“The quartermaster will take your breakfast away if he finds you abovedecks at this hour.”
The foot slid further into shadow. “He’s always taking it away for something,” came the voice from behind the ropes. “Mightn’t as well not count on it.”
Nate decided he would check with the quartermaster about how many meals could be taken away at most. Then he forced himself to scratch off the reminder. He trusted his quartermaster to provide necessities to the children, to keep them obedient and safe. The boy, Bennett, already looked to Nate too often.
The last thing he needed was to become more involved.
“Get below,” he said gruffly. “Now.”
Bennett scrambled out from his hiding place, mumbling, “Yes, Cap’n.”
Nate waited while the nine-year-old climbed down the ladder and shut the hatch. It would be just like Bennett to follow him to land, defying a direct order. Nate frowned. He wasn’t sure he could mold the boy into an obedient seaman. And the sprat wouldn’t fare much better in a trade on land, not with the way he constantly talked back and fought his superiors.
The problem was inside Bennett, eating him from the inside, struggling to break free. Nate understood, because he’d been there once—an angry, rebellious youth. Grown into an angry, rebellious man. He shook off the thought.
There was still a thief to be dealt with inside the Hargate Shipping offices.
The offices belonged to Nate now. As did the thief.
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About the Author
Her debut novel, Giving It Up, received The Romance Review’s Top Pick, Night Owl Top Pick, and 5 Blue Ribbons from Romance Junkies. RT Book Reviews gave it 4.5 stars, calling it “truly extraordinary.” She has been published by Loose Id, Carina Press, and Entangled.
Amber married her high school sweetheart, birthed a kid who’s smarter than she is, and spends her nights writing down her dirty thoughts. In other words, life is good.
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