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Lenora Brewer’s family owns the largest shipyard in Salem, Massachusetts and Lenora, as her father’s only living child, is given free rein to learn the business. When Lenora’s father is killed in a carriage accident, her relatives arrange a marriage to a wealthy investor who is rumored to have beaten his first wife to death, a fate Lenora is determined to avoid.
The last thing Anton Boudreaux needs is a naïve young woman stowing away on his ship. The dark and daring captain has secrets of his own to protect. But when Sweet Lenora encounters a dangerous storm off the coast of Brazil, Lenora and Anton find in each other the courage and tenacity to brave the elements. As their love for one another grows it becomes a force to be reckoned with—and it will be sorely tested.
I thought my fate sealed when a shot was fired into the air. The arms that had grasped me dropped me and I fell to the deck like a bundle of rags. On my knees I stayed, my legs unwilling to carry me. I looked about, and there gazing down at me was the dark man I had spied yesterday.
The men made a wide circle now. “Bring her to my cabin,” the dark man said. The voice that came from his throat had a lilt to it, an accent unlike the flat vowels of my native New England.
One of the ruffians grabbed my arm and raised me to my feet. He dragged me off into a well- appointed cabin. A narrow berth stood against one wall and a spindle desk with a log laid open upon it rested opposite. The ruffian shoved me inside and slammed shut the door in his wake.
I was in the captain’s quarters, of that I had no doubt. Which meant that the dark haired man was none other than the infamous Captain Anton Boudreaux. Curious to find out more, I went to the log. Not much was writ on the page, merely records of what the ship carried and the weather when she had set sail. Frustrated by such a lack, I sat back in the chair then bolted out again as the cabin door flew open. The black haired man stood on the threshold, examining me with his coal dark eyes. His look suggested he would like nothing better than to tear me limb to limb, and I shrank back against the wall. He stepped inside and pulled the door shut behind him.