Lindsay Lennox, daughter of the governor of Turkey, worries she’ll never have the chance to meet a man and fall in love. Being the youngest of eight daughters, it is customary for all of her sisters to marry before she can be out in society and even meet a man. Her twenty-fourth birthday is coming quickly, and she’s running out of hope. Desperation takes hold and she disguises herself as a servant in order to slip through the palace gates. Disaster strikes when she meets a handsome sea captain and is mistakenly whisked across the sea to England. Lindsay knows her only hope of salvation will be to find her Whitton relatives in England and beg for help. Unfortunately, the devastating Captain Braxton proves more tempting than her lonely heart can resist.
View MoreBarry pushed his horse faster through each town until he reached Yorkshire—and Danby Castle. His heart lodged in his throat as worry escalated inside of him. What had Lindsay possibly been thinking to leave without informing him? What aggravated him more was that none of his crew had seen her leave. They’d all been too busy unloading the ship.He knew where she was headed, and it hurt to think she didn’t want him with her.Deep in his heart, he knew she wouldn’t choose him over her family. They blamed his father fo
Lindsay’s heart clenched with sadness as she leaned against the ship’s railing and watched as the ship approached land. England. They were finally here…and the thought scared her to death. Over the past two weeks with Barry, she’d grown to love him more and more, but she had yet to tell him how she really felt. He acted as if he returned her feelings, and yet he hadn’t verbally said anything to declare his love for her. He’d kissed her several times during their voyage, and yet only a couple of those times had been extremely passionate. Just when she thought he was enjoying their kiss, he would always break away first. That act alone hinted his feelings
“Now, ye take the garment and scrub it along this board, like this.” Homer demonstrated his instructions on a slap of wood with several grooves cut into it.Lindsay couldn’t understand how that would help. “Mr. Homer—”“Just Homer, Miss.”She smiled at the middle-aged man missing several teeth. “Then you may call me Lindsay.”
Lindsay’s hands ached. She didn’t dare admit that Barry had been correct when he assumed she wouldn’t know how to do chores. She wanted so badly to learn and do her tasks well. Unfortunately, peeling potatoes for an hour made her fingers hurt, and her bottom was certainly not going to sit on that hard stool for another minute.She assisted the cook, an older bald man who was very cheerful. He talked her ear off…literally. She thought for sure she’d never get tired of a man telling stories about his adventures, but she was ready for the cook to close his trap. If she didn’t hear his voice for the rest of the day, that would please her.
Barry couldn’t believe the turn of events. There was no way he could have a woman of royalty on his ship, especially with a crew of nothing but men. Believing Lindsay was a servant would have been vastly different. She could have helped with the cooking, and with the laundry, and she especially could have kept his bed warm at nights. But not now. He wouldn’t be able to touch her in any passionate way, and he for certain wouldn’t get any work out of her. She was used to having servants assist her, not the other way around.All the doubts he’d had when thinking she was a mere servant made sense now. No wonder she acted so different and spoke two languages. She was r
Chills wracked Lindsay’s body, and her mind wouldn’t focus. Perhaps she was still dreaming of Barry. Off in the distance his deep voice calmed her slightly until soon her body grew warmer and her shivers stopped. Her mouth dried, yet she didn’t have the energy to moisten it with a swallow. Through a fog, her mind took her back to the marketplace, back to the moment she’d kissed Barry so passionately. Her heart flipped with happiness, and she wanted to experience that again, and again, and again…But h
Barry gazed down at the beautiful woman lying on his bed. It didn’t matter if she was a Turkish slave, he liked the fact that she didn’t talk like one. Both times they’d talked, she had intrigued him. He wanted to know what made her do—and say—the things she had. Why was she so different from the other women in Turkey? Perhaps she’d been kidnapped in England and sold to Turkey as a slave when she was younger.Nothing about her made sense, but he’d figure it out later. Right now he needed to care for the unconscious woman who had come back to be with him.
Shock vibrated through Lindsay from everything that was happening. She didn’t want Captain Braxton to see her, and now…now he was being accused of a crime he did not commit. Gasping, she covered her mouth. Should she say something? Obviously, the shopkeeper thought he was doing the right thing, but she couldn’t let the Englishman get taken away when he wasn’t at fault. She was the handsome sea captain’s only hope.Praying for courage, she took a deep breath and cleared her throat, trying to get their
Barry’s head pounded with impatience as he paced the deck of his ship, the Braxton Quest, the next morning, barking out commands. Although he’d hired a few new men on his crew, most of them had been sailing with him for years. So why couldn’t they get anything right now?“What did you tell me was wrong with the sail?” Barry asked his first mate.Jeffrey shuffled his large feet and tapped
Thieves came in many different forms. Captain Barrington Braxton stepped to the side of his tent by the crates in the marketplace and folded his arms, his gaze zeroing in on the pretty little thief not far from him. He smoothed his finger and thumb along his mustache and beard as he arched an eyebrow in critical assessment of the thief. In his line of work, he knew the lovely crooks were the most dangerous. The girl was slim, and dressed in the plain brown rags the ruffians wore here in Selcuk, Turkey. Innocence was the expression on her face as she watched his shop. Chuckling to him...
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