Darien Venture

Sir Charles' green-eyed wife lay on the bed, her wrapper flung aside, a jeweled coquette mask covering her face. "My husband," she explained, "prefers his chessboard to the pleasure of my embrace. But he's still determined that I shall give the clan an heir." "I'm not for hire," I said, and moved toward the cabin door. Lady Meg left her bed and was at my side in a single stride. "Go if you insist," she threatened, "but you won't leave the quarterdeck. Not after I've screamed for the watch." My fingers ached to close on her throat. But I knew I was trapped. Who would believe my innocence if this she-devil accused me of rape?


Genre: Romance