By Brenda Joyce
Raised as a pirate's daughter, Amanda Carre has now not been tutored within the finer social graces. by myself on this planet, she hasn't ever trusted a person, until eventually destiny intervenes whilst Cliff de Warenne rescues her from a mob at her father's placing. Now she needs to set sail for England to discover the mum she by no means knew, and her chaperone is an notorious girls' guy . . . the best gentleman privateer of his period, Cliff understands honor calls for that he see this pretty wild baby to London and into her socialite mother's fingers. he is acutely aware that Amanda is totally unprepared for a debut in London's ton, so his simply recourse is to turns into her dad or mum and champion her transformation right into a woman -- and locate her an appropriate fit. yet with each passing second it turns into tougher to disclaim his jealousy and ire -- till Amanda makes her beautiful debut, a girl finally. And while his ardour in eventually published, their love can not be denied.
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Silently, Cliff applauded her. He worried again, however, that she might be concealing more weapons. Woods sighed. “Robards, you may wait where you are. ” As both soldiers obeyed, he strode grimly into the salon. La Sauvage was about to follow, but Cliff had seen her hide a smile and he seized her arm. “Hey! ” she demanded. ” She stared into his eyes. “Am I a fool? ” She did not blink, not once. Her cheeks did not color. Her gaze did not waver. Yet he knew, without a doubt, that she was lying.
She flushed. “You know I can’t read—you heard me say so. ” He felt his chest go soft. “I apologize. Mimicry means imitation. ” She shrugged. ” He had been trying to put her at ease, but it was a ploy that was failing. He could easily assume that she was undone by his home, which was as grand as King’s House and far more majestically furnished, except that she had not taken her huge green gaze from his face, not once since he’d entered the great hall. ” She stiffened. ” He had been right. He tried to smile kindly at her.
The lull before the explosion… The house remained stunningly quiet. As he traversed its depths, he could imagine them naked, hot, entwined, Woods overcome with lust. His silent rage grew. He had never been to the governor’s private rooms, but King’s House had been built fifty-odd years earlier and he assumed the suite was in the west wing, as it was in so many Georgian homes. He tried four doors as he went down the west hall, all opening onto unoccupied guest rooms. And when he came to the door at the end, he heard soft male laughter.