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Her Pirate Rogue
Series:
Rakes & Rogues ~ Book 3
Publisher: Sensual Romance Publishing
November 2014
ISBN #: 9781310988486
Genre: Regency Historical
Format: E-book & Trade
Paperback
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A tumultuous meeting leads to a journey across the ocean
and starts something new.
Pug has grown up as the eldest son of the Earl of Clifton
yet prefers the open sea to land. Stopping off at an island,
he engages a woman who takes his breath away. Fearless and
protective, he wants to learn more of the woman who is as
unique as the ocean.
Sabeen is taking care of five children after the island’s
revolt. She has to find passage to England, somehow. Will
she be making a big mistake by trusting this dark haired,
blue eyed man who had offered his assistance?
During the journey, they grow closer and she learns there is
more to this man than she first learned. A revelation waits
for him back in England. Will this news drive them further
apart? Will her past reclaim her, or will they find their
way back to the seas and adventure? |
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The man hollering his name had him drawing up and glancing
over Sabeen’s head. Pug hid his scowl. Dickers ran a local
drink establishment that catered to more of the lower class
of ruffians of which there were no shortage of in the port
town.
“Wait here. I will be right back.”
Sabeen gave a slight nod, and so, he left her there.
Striding across the street, he focused on the short, greasy
man. Pug didn’t want to leave her; however, neither did he
want to go to the ship, drop her off then return to deal
with Dickers. None of his men were around. If the Royal Navy
was looking for her, this would be the best place for him to
step away because those men didn’t come down here too often.
“Dickers.”
The man sniffed and wiped a filthy sleeve across his nose.
“You owe me, Pug.”
He narrowed his gaze. “I owe you nothing, Dickers. You would
do well to remember I spared your life last time we
tangled.” He wrapped one hand around the hilt of his rapier.
Apparently, Dickers had not remembered until just now. His
beady eyes widened, and he took a step back.
“Stay out of my way, Dickers.”
A loud cacophony of raucous male laughter reached him, and
he frowned as a warning tingle skated up his spine. As he
whirled a low rumble of fury exploded from his throat at the
scene before him.
Three men surrounded Sabeen, one of them foolish enough to
be touching her. Pug fairly flew across the dirty street,
dodging mud puddles until the tip of his rapier rested
against the man’s filthy neck.
“Let. Her. Go.”
The color leeched out of his face as his startled expression
flashed between Pug and Sabeen. But, his hand remained
clamped around her arm. Narrowing his gaze, Pug pressed the
blade deeper into his throat.
“She is just a who—“
“Mine,” Pug growled. “She. Is. Mine. You call her a whore,
and I will end your meaningless, pathetic life where you
stand.” Although his main focus remained on the one who’d
touched his Sabeen, he didn’t lose sight of the other two.
When one moved, he nudged his rapier farther into the one
man’s neck. “They move, I kill you. You move, I kill you.”
“It were a mistake,” the man blurted out through a mouth of
missing and stained teeth.
“Apologize.”
“S…sorry.”
Pug withdrew his weapon as he simultaneously hauled a still
silent Sabeen flush to his side. The moment they scurried
away, he turned all his attention to the woman he held. In a
heartbeat decision, he kicked open the nearest door and
propelled her in until her back was against the wall.
“Leave!” he snarled at the old man sitting there. He hobbled
to the back. Pug reached past her and locked the door. “Look
at me,” he said, trying to remain a bit more under control.
Sabeen lifted her head, meeting his gaze. It was like a
punch to his gut. Had he ever seen such a clear brown
before? Guileless. Absolutely breathtaking. However, in the
far corners, he saw that familiar blend of fear and
uncertainty.
“You are never to fear me,” he ordered. “Do I make myself
clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
Somehow, his hand found its way into her hair. Her eyes
widened, but she didn’t move. Acceptance of the inevitable
filled her stare. He tightened his grip and put his face
closer.
“I may yell or curse. Perhaps both. Hell, sometimes, I will
even throw things, but I will never hurt you, never raise a
hand to either you or the children. Think about it, Sabeen.
You cut me, drugged me, left me alone in a cave. All I have
done is help you. At some point, I am going to need you to
trust me.”
“Yes, sir.”
He almost growled at her but let it go. As well as her hair.
“We need to go.” Jerking open the door, he glanced up and
down the street before setting off, ensuring Sabeen stayed
close. |
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Copyright © Aliyah
Burke, 2014.
All Rights Reserved. |
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