tight mouth with her forefinger. ‘I woke up this morning horrified to admit I’d fallen in love with you,’ she said softly. ‘My heart skewered on the sword of an emotional pirate. You can’t blame me for choosing the deep blue sea over the devil. You should have been more honest with me from the start…’
‘Like you were, you mean,’ he said drily, smiling at herrueful acknowledgement. ‘It may not seem like it, but I do have some sense of honour, you know. I wasn’t going to make love to you until you asked, and I wasn’t going to ask you to marry me until you’d given Marvel his marching orders.’
‘Marry!’ He looked amused by her shock, and she recovered quickly. ‘I thought you wanted me to be your sex-slave,’ she pouted huskily.
‘That, too, of course,’ he said, lambent flecks of gold sparkling wickedly in his eye at her sensual boldness.
He rolled over on top of her. ‘And speaking of slavery…I had to be rescued from a very embarrassing state of captivity myself this morning. Handcuffed to my own bed! I had to drag it over to the door and spend fifteen minutes yelling down the stairwell before Frank heard and came up and jemmied the cuffs open for me. He’ll never let me hear the end of it!’
‘You should be more careful who you go to bed with,’ said Vivian demurely.
His head lowered as his knee brushed between her legs. ‘I will be. Very careful,’ he murmured against her mouth. ‘In future I’ll only be going to bed with my fire-cracker wife.’
As she slid her arms around his satiny-hard waist and blossomed eagerly for his love, Vivian thought it sounded like a just fate for a retired pirate…
All the characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all the incidents are pure invention .
All Rights Reserved including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form. This edition is published by arrangement with Harlequin Enterprises II B.V./S.à r.l. The text of this publication or any part thereof may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, storage in an information retrieval system, or otherwise, without the written permission of the publisher .
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the prior consent of the publisher in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser .
® and ™ are trademarks owned and used by the trademark owner
and/or its licensee. Trademarks marked with ® are registered with the
United Kingdom Patent Office and/or the Office for Harmonisation
in the Internal Market and in other countries .
First published in Great Britain 2008
by Harlequin Mills & Boon Limited,
Eton House, 18-24 Paradise Road, Richmond, Surrey TW9 1SR
© Susan Napier 1995
ISBN: 9781408904336
‘Like you were, you mean,’ he said drily, smiling at herrueful acknowledgement. ‘It may not seem like it, but I do have some sense of honour, you know. I wasn’t going to make love to you until you asked, and I wasn’t going to ask you to marry me until you’d given Marvel his marching orders.’
‘Marry!’ He looked amused by her shock, and she recovered quickly. ‘I thought you wanted me to be your sex-slave,’ she pouted huskily.
‘That, too, of course,’ he said, lambent flecks of gold sparkling wickedly in his eye at her sensual boldness.
He rolled over on top of her. ‘And speaking of slavery…I had to be rescued from a very embarrassing state of captivity myself this morning. Handcuffed to my own bed! I had to drag it over to the door and spend fifteen minutes yelling down the stairwell before Frank heard and came up and jemmied the cuffs open for me. He’ll never let me hear the end of it!’
‘You should be more careful who you go to bed with,’ said Vivian demurely.
His head lowered as his knee brushed between her legs. ‘I will be. Very careful,’ he murmured against her mouth. ‘In future I’ll only be going to bed with my fire-cracker wife.’
As she slid her arms around his satiny-hard waist and blossomed eagerly for his love, Vivian thought it sounded like a just fate for a retired pirate…
All the characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author, and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all the incidents are pure invention .
All Rights Reserved including the right of reproduction in whole or in part in any form. This edition is published by arrangement with Harlequin Enterprises II B.V./S.à r.l. The text of this publication or any part thereof may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, storage in an information retrieval system, or otherwise, without the written permission of the publisher .
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the prior consent of the publisher in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser .
® and ™ are trademarks owned and used by the trademark owner
and/or its licensee. Trademarks marked with ® are registered with the
United Kingdom Patent Office and/or the Office for Harmonisation
in the Internal Market and in other countries .
First published in Great Britain 2008
by Harlequin Mills & Boon Limited,
Eton House, 18-24 Paradise Road, Richmond, Surrey TW9 1SR
© Susan Napier 1995
ISBN: 9781408904336
Similar Books
The Evil That Men Do: FBI Profiler Roy Hazelwood's Journey Into the Minds of Sexual Predators
Stephen G. Michaud, Roy Hazelwood
