Arianna Pemberton hides in a barrel she thinks will be loaded on her brother's ship but lands on Morgan's brig. Her father has forbidden her to sail, and this is her only course of action. Unwilling to allow a man to control her, she is determined to make her way as a seaman, a profession she knows and loves. But when Captain Danvers discovers her deception, he refuses to permit her to prove herself. As she struggles to convince him, unwanted passion emerges, jeopardizing her plans for independence.
Can Morgan and Arianna stifle their feelings and successfully accomplish their goals?
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Shoved by powerful hands, she fell to her knees before booted feet. "Found her in the hold, Cap'n. Thought she was a boy at first, her wearin' pants and a cap, but she has tits."
"I can see that, Jurgens."
Arianna followed the shiny boots up to tight-fitting, brown breeches hugging muscular thighs, and slim hips. A loose, white shirt covering broad shoulders next met her gaze, then a corded neck, square jaw, stern lips, crooked nose, and cold, dark eyes that stared down at her. "Where's my brother? Who are you?"
"I will be asking the questions. Who are you, and why are you on my ship?" The deep voice thundered through the cabin.
Her stomach flip-flopped. Dizziness swamped her. Swallowing convulsively, she battled to contain the contents of her queasy stomach. Hiding in that empty molasses barrel hadn't been the brightest idea of her twenty-one years. "I'm not talking to anyone but my brother."
Jurgens's forceful hands yanked her to a standing position. "You answer the cap'n."
The abrupt movement snapped the fragile control she clung to. Spasms seized her throat. Arianna struggled to turn away, but the fingers digging into her arms held her in place. The contents of her stomach erupted.
All over Captain Danvers's boots.
Her captor released her and jumped back in horror.
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