Published: August 17th, 2018
As the fourth MacLeod son, Donnan MacLeod does not have to take on the responsibilities his older siblings do. He is free to keep his business private. As a privateer he sails the channel looking for smugglers. Very elite smugglers.
It's not until he returns to Skye for his mother's birthday when Donnan begins to lose control of his life. And it's all because of a woman, the one woman he's loved since childhood. The woman he desires above all others - that is should he ever think of taking a wife.
Rosalind, strong willed and opinionated far more than most, she is determined to find out what it is Donnan is hiding. Never before had they kept things from each other, but Rosalind is convinced he's keeping something huge from her.
Everything changes in the blink of an eye.
Stowing away in the back of Donnan's coach, Rosalind changes their lives forever. The adventure begins...
Suddenly, something out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, apart from the three towering masts, the rigging, and unfurling sails. A sailor, dressed quite unlike any of the rest of the crew, was standing off by himself. He turned to take a closer look. It wouldn't be obvious, at least not for a while, just who this new crew member was. A smile crossed Donnan's lips as his eyes caught a stray tendril of red hair protruding from the sailor's dark cap. He wasn't sure whether to be proud or be angry. The nerve it must have taken. Softly, he began to chuckle to himself as his eyes locked on this mysterious person.
For a second, he thought of having one of his men bring this person to his cabin. Instead, he decided it would be better served if he approached the sailor himself.
He nodded to the wheelman and strode across the deck. He quickly descended the steps to the main deck. He found the thin intruder still standing where he'd last seen him.
Wanting the element of surprise, Donnan came up behind and bent down and whispered, "Do not look startled. You are to act as though you belong here, and do as I say. You will follow me. Do I make myself very clear, sailor?"
A bob of the head was all he got. He tried not to grin or let on he knew what was going on. "Come, let's be on our way. We'll go below, to my quarters, so we can get better acquainted."
Again, a bob of the head.
Donnan watched in frustration as Rosalind navigated her way to the hatch where they would descend the main companionway stairs. He took her by the elbow and escorted her past the equipment to his cabin. He opened the bulkhead door to his cabin, his private domain, and let her pass. He sucked in a breath as she inched slowly past him, her scent permeating his nose.
Shutting the door, he stood and watched her take it all in. He knew it was unlike anything she'd ever seen. The large stern windows, mahogany-paneled bulkhead, the swinging lantern, and his spyglass.
Saying nothing, she walked towards the windows and knelt on the window seat. Her eyes widened as her gaze fixed on the desk and chairs that kept time with the living, breathing ship beneath their feet. He wanted to rush over and comfort her in his arms, but instead, kept his position.
"This is quite impressive, Lucifer," she said, removing the cap which had been hiding her flaming red hair. She shook it out, and he looked away, knowing the distraction threatened to undo his control.
"Yes, she is."
Rosalind slowly rose and glided across the room to him. Gently, she placed her hands on his chest, moving them up to his shoulders until she ran them through his long loose hair. He stood motionless, waiting.
She raised her chin, meeting his eyes. Tears were pooled up in her eyes. "Why, Donnan? Why have you lied to me?"
"I never meant to, leannan. Things happened so fast with us being wed, moving to the manor. This voyage had to be handled by me. I will explain later, and when I do, it will all make perfect sense to you. All of it. I promise you this; this is my last voyage as captain of the Tigress."
"That easy? You simply walk away?"
"Aye. Love makes a man do strange things, leannan. I shall keep ownership of her, but I'll not command her. Believe me?"
About the author:
I've always been a creative individual. Writing is just a facet of that creativity...
My careers in public relations in and around the entertainment industry, photography, editing, artist management, modeling and special event planning all elevated my passion for writing, not to mention gave me a treasure trove for story lines.
I write women's fiction; contemporary romance (as Jamie Salisbury) and historical romance (as JR Salisbury) which is ever evolving. I am fortunate enough that writing (and marketing of said product(s)) is my full-time job, although I always have one or two other projects going at the same time.
I now live in a suburb of Atlanta. Some of my other interests include photography, equestrianism, reading, and of course, travel.
I sincerely hope my writing will entertain, enlighten, and inspire others to pick up the pen and pursue their own dreams. I love to be contacted by readers, writers, and history buffs.
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