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Wrecker's Cove

by

Gail Ranstrom

Chapter One

England Channel Coast, 1804

Sir Rhys Parker crouched behind a boulder, cursing under his

breath as the heavy fog alternately obscured and revealed the

scene on the rocky beach. Only a few faint lanterns pierced the

darkness nowno need for the brighter lanterns that had lured

the ship into the waiting trap. For the first time since he'd been

assigned to uncover the nest of wreckers as a clandestine agent

by the Home Office a year ago, success was within his grasp.

Shadowy figures moved with silent efficiency over the rocks,

dragging bobbing cargo boxes, barrels and kegs from the water

as they washed ashore. Other men carried the salvage to waiting

drays, almost overburdened with goods. It would be dawn

before the plunder could be transported to a secret cave or

warehouse. And he would not be able to follow! He clenched his

jaw to prevent a flow of expletives.


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Blast the luck and blast the godforsaken night!

Somewhere hidden in the fog, timbers creaked as the gallant

ship began to break up, taking on water from the holes ripped in

her bilge by the treacherous rocks lured to her death by the

false lights of the wreckers.

A dull thump coupled with a moan cut short caused his stomach

to cramp. A hapless seaman had just been clubbed to death out

of sight.

Wreckers! Land pirates who preyed off ships in distress,signaling them ashore, killing the survivors and claiming the

cargo. Rhys's right hand tightened on his sword and his left on

his pistol. He itched to be doing something besides crouching in

the shadows in a hermit's disguise. Yes, he'd give damn near

anything to stop these blackguards.

But he hadn't counted on the woman, and she changedeverything.

He glanced in her direction again, measuring the moment he

could make his way to her. She'd been perched on a rock at the

far side of the cove, her wrists and ankles tied and a gag forced

into her mouth. Rhys couldn't guess what they had planned for

her but he suspected she wouldn't be as lucky as the sailors witha quick anonymous death.


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He narrowed his eyes and gauged the distance between them as

two men moved closer to his hiding place, bowing their heads

together and keeping their conversation low.

The voice of the man who appeared to be in charge, a small

meaty man with whiskers, reached him first. "know 'ow much

longer the fog will last. We'd better finish up 'ere."

His companion, a man with a face weathered from squinting into

the sun, rain and darkness, rubbed his chin. "'Ave we taken care

of all the crew, Tom? 'Twould never do to leave witnesses."

"Aye. Just the girl left to deal with," Tom muttered.

"If we kills her, the villagers will be in an uproar. Won't be safe

to come back 'ere."

"I'm not givin' up the cove, Fred. Too profitable."

"Leave 'er tied to the rock until the tide comes in? Make it looklike a drowning?"

"Wi' ropes around 'er when she washes up? You got half a brain

in there?" Tom swatted his second in command's head. "No.

And it don't seem right to hit 'er over the 'ead an' bury 'er wi' the

others, either. She's not one of 'em. She's a villager. But she's got

to die in a way she won't be found. Maybe she'll just disappear,eh? We could put out the whisper she was seen runnin' off wi'

some nabob."

"Can we play wi' 'er, Tom? Keep 'er a couple of days first?"


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Rhys glanced again to the delicate barefoot figure of the woman.

How in God's name had she become entangled in this mess? He

couldn't see her distinctly in the gloom and distance, but she

couldn't be much more than five feet tall. Her dark unbound haircurled around her hips in the damp air and she appeared to be

shrouded in a gauzelike nightgown and wrapper of white or pale

blue. She didn't have a prayer of holding her own against these

old sea dogs.

"Aye, we'll take 'er wi' us so we can hide 'er body. When we're

done wi' 'er, we'll bury 'er where she won't never be found."

Fred rubbed his hands together gleefully. "I'll go tell the others

we're going to 'ave some sport when we're done. That should

hurry 'em up."

Then Rhys would have to be faster, too. No time to waste in

regrets, anger and second thoughts. No time to rue the life he'd

been so near to reclaiming if not for the girl in the nightgown.

No, it was back to the hermit's cottage for him until he had

another opportunity to trap the wreckers. And what in heaven's

name would he do with the girl? They knew she was a

villager they'd be sure to look for her there. His muscles

tensed as he waited for Fred to rejoin the others and Tom to go

check the drays. If he kept low and close to the cliffs, he mighthave the barest chance of survival.

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When she'd tiptoed from her grandmother's house at midnight to

investigate strange lights in the cove, Elizabeth Carlton never

imagined that she'd be taken prisoner by a band of ruthless

wreckers. If only she had gone back to bed! And if only she had

done as her parents demanded. Then she'd never have been sent

to her grandmother here in Icklesham-by-the-Sea.

Please, Lord, if You deliver me from this fate, I promise to go

back to Shrewsbury and marry stodgy Squire Samuels without

another complaint!

There was a cry in the muffled darkness, and bile rose in her

throat. She nearly swooned when the swirling fog parted and she

saw a wrecker club a half-drowned seaman to death. Tears

welled in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. Poor man. That,

she knew, would be herfate. She tried to still her wildly beating

heart and fight her onrushing panic. Only a cool head and calm

determination would serve her now.

She kept twisting her hands behind her, her wrists raw from the

rough hemp that bound her, trying desperately to loosen the

ropes. Her feet had grown numb from the cold seeping upward

from the rock beneath. She wondered if she'd be able to take a

single step if she managed to win free. Wisps of hair tangled

around her, obscuring her vision and clinging to her form. And

all she could do was stand on this infernal rock and wait for one

of the murderous gang to come for her.


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A soft gust of wind cleared the fog for a moment, and Elizabeth

saw the skeleton of the schooner lying on its side, dashed on the

rocks. Clarion Callwas lettered in gold on the bow. And then

the fog rolled back again, thicker than before.

Suddenly, a dark form appeared in front of her, swept her off the

rock, draped her unceremoniously over a strong shoulder and

carried her off at a run. She tried to scream but the gag muffled

her voice and she could not kick with her ankles bound. Was

this the end? Was she to be taken and murdered now that the

wreckers had nearly finished their work?

A deeply masculine whisper reached her as her midsection

bounced against that shoulder. "Hush, miss, and stop your

squirming before you get us both killed."

Draped over his shoulder, all she could see was the rough fabric

of his dark coat. Just as they reached the cliff path and her captor

began to climb, shouted curses drifted upward. They knew she

was gone!

The boom of a shot rolled like thunder in the night and a ball

whizzed past her shoulder.

Chapter Two

They were perilously exposed on the cliffs. Their only chance of

escape was through the shrouding mist. Rhys swerved off the

cliff path and raced along the beach.


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Soon the woman would have to be unbound so she could run, or

even his muscled legs would eventually buckle with her weight.

He hiked her higher on his shoulder, knowing full well his hands

were rough on her thinly clad body.

The woman struggled for breath around the gag in her mouth

and his shoulder in her stomach. But he wouldn't stop. He could

hear the guttural curses and heavy boots of the wreckers, closer,

closer.

The fog swirled, cloaking them in a thick mantle of protection,

its cool moisture welcome as perspiration slicked his skin and

rage boiled his blood.

One year he had spent on this assignment. One year of his life

waiting and plotting, only for it all to be smashed like the surf on

the cliffs. And not because of the wreckers, not by a flaw in his

own plans, but because of this woman. She had ruined it all.

Anger and frustration pound his boots into the sand, speeding

his progress.

Abruptly, he realized the voices behind had faded. He stopped,

suddenly acutely aware of his aching shoulders and his heart

hammering at his ribs. He dumped the woman onto the sand and

ripped his knife from his belt. Her eyes widened, fixed on the

blade glinting dully in the shrouded moonlight.

With quick strokes, he slashed her ropes then pulled her up

against his chest so tightly he could see his own reflection in her

pupils.


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"Run."

He gave her a push along the beach, but she turned, tore the gag

from her mouth and ran toward the cliff.

He swore, his rage turning to black and thundering fury as he

ran for her. "Where do you think you're going?"

"A cave," she gasped. "There's a cave."

With a lunge, he grabbed her. "They'll know it, dammit, we'll be

trapped!"

The angry bellows of their pursuers lanced through the night,

but she was confident as she wrenched herself from his grip.

"No, they won't," she flung over her shoulder as she started back

up the cliffs.

There was no time to argue, so, teeth grinding, Rhys followed

her as she darted between two boulders and wove to the leftbeneath an overhanging tree, its branches clawing their clothing.

A shot reverberated in the darkness. Rhys pulled the woman

down, then relaxed slightly as he realized that in the curling fog,

their pursuers were shooting blind, a desperate attempt to

retrieve their prize.

Rhys clenched his fists. He wanted to turn around and properly

attack those murderous blackguards! Instead, like a coward, he

was running. His hand dropped to his pistol, caressing the cold

metal barrel, the smooth wooden butt.


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But before he could act on his vengeful impulses, he felt the

woman move away. Swivelling his gaze back toward her, he just

glimpsed her passing behind a towering crag and disappearing

into a slit in the cliff. He swore. Again.

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Chest heaving, cold air shredding her throat, Elizabeth broke

into the cave. A blanket of darkness closed about her and with it,

a degree of calm. What had possessed her to run barefoot

through the dark to the cove? It was that spark of defiance that

so often got her into trouble. But this time, it was not her father's

finger waving in her face, but a pistol.

A scraping sound reminded her of the glowering stranger. She

considered running ahead and leaving him behind. But he had

saved her. She reached backward for him.

He clasped hold of her hand. "Where are we?"

His voice was as deep as the roar of the muffled waves. A voice

that demanded answersand got them.

"Not far from safety," she breathed. "Come closer."

His arm came about her waist, the warmth of his fingers burning

through her nightgown.


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His body was so close that she could smell the lanolin of his

woollen coat, the musky leather of his boots, the aroma of male

exertion. His fingers spread across her stomach.

"Now where?" he said, his voice steady and loud in the silence

of the cave.

"Stay close," she replied, moving forward up the slope, deeper

into the gloom.

His thigh brushed hers as they negotiated the ascending

passageways.

She had found the cave on her second day in Icklesham-by-the-

Sea. Her grandmother was a staunch believer in discipline and

decorum, two elements of her life here that drove her to the

brink of insanity. Fortunately, her grandmother was also a

staunch believer in routine, and every afternoon she would pull

her hand-crocheted wrap around her stiff and stooped shouldersand retire to her bedroom to rest. That was Elizabeth's chance to

escape and explore.

When she'd stumbled upon the cave, she'd instantly felt it was a

place all her own, where she could meditate the unfairness of the

world and how to rectify it. She came to this cave as a sanctuary

to escape the rules that smothered her. The solitude neveralarmed her; she craved it.

But now she wasn't alone.


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"Who are you?" Elizabeth asked the hulking form behind her as

she edged herself along the wall.

"Sir Rhys Parker," he hissed just above her ear. "And who, pray,

are you, other than thesensibleperson who goes for a stroll on

cold, foggy nights into a pirates' attack?"

Anger colored his words and she turned to see his face. But in

the cave she might as well have been blind. All she could tell

was what she sensed: a tall, broad mass that towered over her

and pressed against her side. She started moving again, trying to

get away from him and the chill that shot through her. She was

alone with a large, well-armed stranger. Shrewsbury was

looking better and better.

She slowly became aware of dusky light ahead, indicating the

surface was near. She grabbed hold of the familiar ledge and

hauled herself upward, out of his grasp.

A cold blast of night air crashed down upon her as she pulled

herself up out of the cave onto the windswept cliff top and

She froze, her breath stopped. She was not alone.

Chapter Three

She was not alone.

She heard the rasp of boots on the slick shale. Her senses on full

alert, Elizabeth froze.


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"There's someone here!" she whispered, quickly jumping back

down into the cave.

Only Rhys was right below her. Elizabeth slammed into his

solar plexus, generating a surprised "Oomph!" But he had heard

her warning and backed as close as possible away from the

opening, requiring him to pull her close.

With one large hand pressing Elizabeth's head to his chest, and

the other at the narrow indentation of her waist, Rhys listened to

the sounds from above.

When he heard nothing, he whispered: "Did they see you?" His

deep voice resonated against her ear.

"I don't think so."

"Did you see them?"

"No. The fog As soon as I heard them, I ducked out of sight.""Ducked?"

Elizabeth lifted her head at his humor-tinged tone. Even in the

darkness, Rhys saw the flash of anger in her eyes. She started to

retort, but Rhys held a finger in front of his lips. So she vented

by shoving herself away from him and edged as silently as

possible back down the passageway.

When she thought she was far enough away to be heard, she

whirled to face him. "If it weren't for me, SirParker"

"If it weren't foryou,Miss Carlton, I wouldn't be in this mess."


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Her jaw dropped. "How dare you!"

"I dare, because if you'd stayed in your bed where a proper

young lady should, I wouldn't have had to endanger myself and

interrupt my important business to bloody rescue you!"

"Proper young lady!" she snorted. "I can just imagine the type of

woman worthy of your approbation, sir. Sweet. Docile. Quiet.

Obedient." She threw the words at him like daggers. "Men like

you" She looked him up and down in a gaze that was

supposed to be reprobating but began to falter somewhere

around his broad shoulders and died altogether as her eyes took

in the muscular thighs in those form-fitting breeches.

What had she been saying? She was angry at him, right.

Regaining her train of thought, she planted her hands on hips

and gave him a level look. "The packaging may be somewhat

different, but you men are all alike. If I have to put up with one

of you, it may as well be that whey-faced Squire Samuels! At

least with him, I won't get yelled at for saving his worthless

hide. I won't be expected to jump into a narrow black hole yet

somehow detect and avoid the hulk below! His expectations are

suitably low."

Elizabeth had meant for the tirade to set him down. But, instead,

her words fanned the flames of a fire banked for far too long.

His eyes narrowed, and Rhys subjected Elizabeth to the same

discerning appraisal she'd given him. A heart-shaped face

flushed with emotion, glinting blue eyes, the fall of long dark


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hair. And most disconcerting, curves enhanced by her

pugnacious stance, which had also tightened the dampened sheer

fabric of her nightdress and wrapper against her body.

"If you're looking for someone with low expectations of you,

then you're right, I'm not he. But as for meeting my approval"

He pulled her close, the softness of her unbound breasts pressed

against the hard wall of his chest. He lowered his head to touch

his lips to hers.

"Sweet," he pronounced, and kissed her again. "Quiet, for themoment." A slight smile lifted the corners of his mouth. "Now

you kiss me." And without reason, she did, her heart pounding,

her stomach roiling with the sensations created by his firm lips

moving over hers. "Obedient," he declared. And kissed her once

more, settling her more fully against him. "Even docile, because

you certainly aren't struggling." He smiled with triumph.

The smug look on his face brought Elizabeth out of her state of

confusionshe refused to say passionand she wrested herself

away from his embrace.

Her face was unreadable, but Rhys was beginning to understand

that glint in her eye. But he wasn't about to let her ruin his good

mood by launching into another tirade. "I believe enough timehas passed," he said. "Shall we attempt our escape again?"


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Before she could respond, he hoisted himself up onto the

clifftop. Hearing and seeing nothing, he reached down to assist

the womanhad she told him her name?up.

They'd only gone a few yards when Elizabeth stopped in her

tracks. "I hear them again! Quickly, back into the passageway!"

But Rhys didn't move.

Suddenly, they burst out of the mist, and Elizabeth was engulfed

in the odor of wet wool. Elizabeth turned to flee, but Rhys

caught her arm. "Sheep," he laughed. "We've been hiding from

sheep."

With a sniff, she said, "I find that infinitely preferable to the

alternative."

"Cows?"

"Wreckers."

With a low chuckle, Rhys tugged her forward. "Come on. It's

time for this wretched night to endin front of a warm fire."

The thought of lolling about in front of a roaring fire with Rhys

brought a flush to her face, but she fell into step beside him.

"We're almost there," he told her after they had walked awhile.

Much to the delight of her inappropriately shod feet, lights

appeared ahead of them. But Rhys halted. "Damn."

"What is it?" Elizabeth kept an eye on the lights, whose

proximity teased her with the promise of shelter and warmth.


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But instead of remaining stationary, the lights bobbed toward

them. Over the wind, she heard voices she'd wanted to never

hear again.

"It must be the wreckers," Rhys said.

"No, it's not! It's, it's"

"Who, dammit?"

"Squire Samuels!" she hissed and ran back into the fog.

Chapter Four

"Elizabeth Carlton!"

Blast, Elizabeth groaned, stopping at Squire Samuel's shocked

tone.He's seen me.Turning, she summoned her courage and

dignity to face the man she had twice fled in as many days.

"Squire Samuels. What a pleasant surprise," she said as lightly

as she could, trying to ignore Rhys.

Samuels's bulbous eyes shot from Rhys's rakish appearance to

her own disarranged garb. "I can't say the same of you,

Elizabeth, given your state of undress and your company." He

gave a bitter laugh that from him sounded more like a hiccup.

"You were very convincing as a wide-eyed virgin," he scoffed,

raking her up and down with his eyesagain.

She waited for Rhys to say something, do something, but he

remained motionless. Fine. Elizabeth didn't need his help. Hadn't

she been the one who'd ultimately rescued them from the


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wreckers? She'd defend her own virtue. Docile and obedient?

Let's see what he thought of this.

"You have no business" Elizabeth began.

"You're right, Elizabeth," Squire Samuels interrupted, "this isn't

my business. Not any longer. The wedding is off. I cannothave

some common whoreas my wife."

Elizabeth spluttered, unsure which outrageous statement to

dispute first. She drew in a sharp breath and jammed her hands

on her hips. "I called the wedding off two days ago. I couldnever marry a pasty, stiff, stodgy #133;" Unable to string a

coherent thought together, Elizabeth gathered her rising anger

and struck out with a right hook to Samuels's chin, sending him

to the ground in an unconscious heap.

She felt Rhys finally move, but instead of coming to her aid, he

grabbed her from behind, his hand clamped around her mouth.What was he doing? She struggled until several men stepped out

of the fog.

The wreckers!

"What do we 'ave 'ere?" She recognized Tom, the smelly pig

who tied her up. He reeked of sheep, sweat and blood.

With one hand on her hip and the other still covering her mouth,

Rhys crushed her back into his chest. Air gushed from

Elizabeth's lungs while his warmth soaked through her gown. A

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Rhys to spring into action and attack them. "I'm fixing the

bloody mess your men have made," Rhys boomed.

What did he just say?

"Ya 'ave 'bout two seconds to 'splain yourself before I gut ya."

Tom came closer, his knife drawn.

"I think not."

Rhys shoved her aside then lunged forward. Moonlight sliced

through the fog and glinted off the dagger he thrust into Tom's

chest.

Elizabeth did her best to stifle the scream traveling up her throat

as the wrecker's startled eyes turned lifeless and he fell to the

ground.

"C'pn Morgan ain't gonna like that," one of the wreckers stated

as they aimed their guns at his chest.Casually, Rhys bent, yanked out the knife, and then wiped the

blade on Tom's coat before standing.

"Oh? Does he have a particular liking for Tom?"

They gave each other confused looks. "Well, Tom's the only one

that's seen 'im," said one, scratching his head with his pistol.

"How did ya know that 'e was Tom?" wondered another.

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He's Morgan? That bastard! He'd duped herwait. He must be

fooling them

"Now, if you don't want to end up like your boss," Rhys

threatened, flourishing his knife as it disappeared into his

hermit's disguise, "then I suggest you lead me to the ship that'll

get us and our loot out of this dung hole of a town."

They began to shuffle back toward the cove when one turned a

beady eye on Elizabeth and the unconscious squire.

"What 'bout 'em?" Elizabeth's heart stopped and she gazeddesperately at Rhys. He only grinned with a dangerous glint that

sent a completely different kind of shiver down her spine.

"She's coming with me," Rhys proclaimed, grabbing her without

warning and slinging her over his shoulder. "As for the good

squire, leave him. He already thinks the lady and I have run off

together."

This was insane! If this was his idea of a game, she didn't like

the rules, and she'd had enough of his manhandling. "Put me

down!"

"Not until I'm finished with you, woman!" Rhys' swatted her

derriere and the wreckers snickered.

For once in her life, Elizabeth had no idea what to say or do. So

she went along with what had to be some complicated plan of

Rhys's. Once again, her midriff rested on Rhys's solid shoulder

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"I figured if I didn't gain my freedom, I'd at least make you look

good, that it would help you deceive them. You are tricking

them, right?"

"Foolish," he murmured. But his eyes held an admiring gleam as

they rose to their feet. But he hadn't answered her.

Elizabeth hoped she was putting her life in the hands of Rhys

and not this Captain Morgan. But when Rhys grabbed a fistful of

her hair then brought his mouth down hard on hers, she wasn't

so sure. And before she could respondor protest, he pushed

her toward the approaching men.

"See to it that the woman gets on the boat and into my

cabin."

Chapter Five

The cabin's interior was more spacious than Elizabeth expected.

But it seemed to grow smaller and smaller as she thought about

her situation, and the nagging doubt that she had put her trust in

a thieving murderer. Desperately, she pushed those thoughts out

of her mind, clinging to the belief that this was all a ruse to catch

the dastardly ship wreckers.

But when Rhys Parker strode in and cast his eyes on her, her

face betrayed her fear.

He looked her up and down and grinned unsympathetically. "I

have some clothes in the cabinet over there. They'd be a sight

warmer than that wet nightgown." He gazed again at the outlines


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of her voluptuous body, all too plain through her thin and wet

shift. "Not that I'm encouraging you to addclothing."

"I will as soon as you leave," she shot defiantly.

"I'm not going anywhere." He flashed another annoying grin at

her, folding his arms and leaning back against the wall of the

cabin.

Elizabeth raised her chin. "Then you are no gentleman, Sir

Parkeror whatever your name is."

"Did I ever say I was a gentleman?" He was playing coy with

her, but he motioned to the paneled screen in the corner of the

room. "You can change over there and I will be no wiser about

your intimate parts than I am now."

Elizabeth felt the blood rush to her face as she glanced down at

herself. She hadn't realized how wet or revealing her nightgown

was. She tried to wrap her arms around herself, not sure that was

really helping the matter, but she wasn't about to strut past him

to the screen on the other side of the cabin!

"I don't know why you are making such a play at false

modestyyou are, after all, a compromised woman."

"I beg your pardon. How so?"

"You think that your fianc will not hesitate to tell the entire

world that you arewhat was it he called youa common

whore?"


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The words sliced into her gut like a knife, but the pain quickly

turned to rage. If she was a whore than what did that make

him?He'dbeen the one to kiss and molest herseveral times!

"How dare you." She raised a fist to strike him.

He easily caught her hand and pulled her forcibly against him.

"His words, not mine, my dear."

"I am not your dear," she hissed, the warmth and nearness of his

body making her rage all the more palpable. "Let go of me!"

"No," he whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spine.She was unable to escape his grasp as he placed the tiniest, most

sensual kiss on her neck.

She swallowed hard. "You are a blackguarda common thief! I

hope you rot in" She didn't finish her sentence before his hard,

unforgiving mouth came down on hers. His hands roamed her

body, the heat of his caress mocking her sense of propriety. Theworld seemed to whirl and she grasped on to him to steady

herself.

"Please" she whispered, unsure of whether she wanted him to

stop or keep going. But he froze, pushing her away almost

roughly. She tottered shakily back to the bed. He took the

blanket and wrapped her up. Then, after a search of the cabinets,he handed her a bottle of brandy.


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After the night she'd had she was beyond caring about the

crudeness of drinking from the bottle and took a good swig.

Feeling instantly bolder she asked, "So who are you?"

He was torn by her pointed question. Should he trust her? Could

he? This woman was having too much of an effect on him. Just

look at what he'd done tonight because of herruined his plan

to arrest the wreckers, taken command of those same wreckers

and killed a man. Not to mention that he couldn't seem to stop

himself from grabbing her and kissing the breath out of her. So

he took the coward's way out, for what seemed like thethousandth time this horrid night. "Who do you think I am?" he

asked.

"I am not sure what to think."

He sighed. Somehow that hadn't been the answer he'd hoped for.

"I didn't lie to youmy real name is Rhys Parker."

"So you are not Captain Morganit was all a trick," she said

with relief.

"Oh no, I am Captain Morgan." Seeing the flash of anger come

back into her eyes he said, "But you were right to trust me."

"I don't understand."

"What I am about to tell you must remain in the strictest

confidence. I need your word of honor on all you hold dear."

"You have it," she said without a hint of hesitation.


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"I have been working for His Majesty's government to uncover

the ring of ship wreckers that has been plaguing these parts. My

men and I killed Captain Morgan and his crew more than a year

ago when I caught his band in an attempt to wreck theHMSWindsong.I took Morgan's identity, planning to catch the other

pirates that continue to threaten the coast from the inside.

"Morgan was like a commander among the wreckers; he had

several crews under his command that he would instruct

sometimes by himself, sometimes through an underling

where to go and who to attack. It worked out well for me; Icould give them orders without them seeing me, and risking

someone knowing I wasn't Morgan.

"Only, if I could do it, apparently so could someone else. I got a

letter from the captain of theRobertacomplaining his crew

wasn't going to get a cut of the bounty from the upcoming attack

on the Clarion Call.I was shocked that someone else hadmanaged to commandeer one of Morgan's crews. I contacted the

Home Office but all they could tell me was that the Clarion

Callwould be in this area around this time. So I layed low as a

hermit and waited. Tonight, I had the chance to find out who

was giving Tom orders, bring the final lot of blackguards to

justice and return to my rightful life. Then you showed up."Elizabeth stayed silent for a while, absorbing, realizing what

she'd ruined with her stupid wandering. "I know it's not much

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marriage to that mealy mouthed excuse of a man," she

commented dejectedly.

"So, Elizabeth, what am I going to do about you now?"

"Do? You must take me home and I will deal with the

consequences." The thought of going back to face her fate sent a

cold shock through her heart.

"Oh, I think it's a bit late for that," he said blithely. "First, I just

told you very dangerous not to mention confidential

information. Secondly, you are a compromised woman and Icannot leave you to the fate the Squire has in store for you."

"So what's your fantastic plan?" she said with more acid than

she'd intended.

He ignored her tone. "Despite my earlier words and actions, I

am, indeed, a gentleman and it is partially my doing that you are

in this predicament." He came and sat down beside her, taking

her hand in his. "I took liberties with you that I should not

have Elizabeth, I will do the right thing."

"And what could you possibly do to restore my tarnished

reputation?"

"Tomorrow morning when we lay anchor, we will go ashore tothe village and you will become my wife."

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His wife? Elizabeth gritted her teeth as she looked him up and

down. Stealing a kiss was one thing, but bound for a lifetime

was quite another. Although he was a fine figure of a man, he

was an extremely aggravating one. Still, of her two choicesRhys Parker or Squire SamuelsRhys was far and away the

best.

He gave her a crooked grin, as if he could read her mind. "Life

will not be dull with you as my wife, Elizabeth. I daresay your

antics will keep me on my toes, but I shall do my best to

keepyouon your back."

Oh! The gall! Heat burned her cheeks and if she hadn't been

tangled in the blanket, she would have stomped out of the tiny

cabin and jumped overboard. The sea was a kinder fate than

either the squire or Rhys. "Youyouscoundrel!"

"At the very least, my dear." He came to her and lifted her chin

on the edge of his hand. Leaning down, his lips feather light

against hers, he said, "We are quite a pair, you and I."

She should turn away. She should bite that full lower lip of his.

She should denounce him with her last breath. Oh, but how

could she when her every nerve ending tingled with wanting him

to deepen that kiss? An early wedding night? Who would know?

Who would stop them?

A thundering boom tore through the air, followed by a hiss and a

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the clatter of boots outside the cabin door tore her from her

passion induced haze.

"Cap'n! Cap'n! We're bein' fired on!"

"Who, damn it?" Rhys shouted.

"A frigate off our starboard! Royal Navy!"

"Steady on," Rhys commanded. "I'll be on deck in a minute." He

turned back to her and gave her a quick kiss. "Stay put,

Elizabeth. We shall get back to this presently."

But, of course, she wouldn't stay put. The moment the door

closed behind him, she fought her way free of the blanket,

opened the sea chest at the foot of the bunk and threw the

contents over her shoulder as she searched for something she

could wear. She was not about to sit below while her fate was

being decided above!

She found a white shirt with full sleeves and a pair of dark

trousers that only came down to her calves. No time for

modesty, she thought as she fastened the breeches and tucked

the shirt into the waistband.

Another cannon shot rent the night as she scrambled up the

stairway to the deck. A crack and the sound of splintering woodwarned her to duck when she ran from the hatch. A broken spar

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Around her, all hell was breaking loose. The cliffs looked as if

they were on fire and a frigate was bearing down on them. Some

of the wreckers were jumping overboard and others were

waiting for Rhys to issue orders.

"Run the white flag up!" he shouted. "We can't outrun them and

we're sitting ducks here."

She hurried to his side and pulled on his sleeve. "What has

happened? Is the town on fire?"

He shook his head. "It's the signal fire I laid to summon the navyand the army garrison in town when the wreckers came ashore.

That is where I was going when I stopped to rescue you."

"But if you didn't light it, who did?"

"Precisely what I'd like to know, Elizabeth."

* * *

A warning shot was fired across their bow. The white flag had

been seen and acknowledged.Finally something was going

right."Stay by my side, Elizabeth. Anything could happen

now."

"If we are surrendering to the Royal Navy, what could go

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Fred, the wrecker who had been Tom's friend, stepped forward

with a challenge. "Let's rush him, mates. There's only one o'

him."

Rhys drew the hammer back on his pistol and aimed dead center

at Fred's forehead. "You'll be first, Fred."

The man dropped his pistol on the pile and backed away. "Curse

you and curse that meddlesome wench! I wish we'd never set

sights on her."

By now the navy seamen were swarming over the sides and thefirst officer saluted Rhys. "Sir, Colonel Harlan wants to see you

ashore."

* * *

He and Elizabeth were lowered to a waiting dinghy and rowed

to the beach. Rhys held her hand and tried to calm her trembling.

How odd that she'd be more frightened now than when facing a

band of thieves.

"There's nothing to be frightened of, Elizabeth," he soothed.

"The worst is over."

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Rhys was still pondering her statement when he saluted Colonel

Harlan. He winced when the man scowled. "Well, Parker, can

you explain this mess?"

"Yes, sir. I found the wreckers pillaging the Clarion Calland

murdering the crew. Just as I was about to go up the cliff to light

the signal fire, I saw that they had taken a prisoner"

"Miss Carlton?"

"Yes, sir. How did you know?"

A small gray-haired woman emerged from the darkness behind

Colonel Harlan. "I told him, you young pup! Now what have

you done with my little Lizzy?"

Elizabeth peeked around his shoulder. "I'm here, grandmother.

None the worse for wear.""What's that you've got on, missy? Doesn't look like a proper

dress to me."

"I, um, got wet, grandmother. Captain Parker was kind enough

to loan me something dry."

Mrs. Carlton narrowed her eyes in the gloom. "Did he now? And

you were alone with him, were you?"

Rhys smiled as he watched Elizabeth blush. She really was quite

lovely, no matter what she was wearing, and he couldn't wait to

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"Well, yes," she admitted. "But not very long. You see, Squire

Samuels"

"The squire is in custody, Miss Carlton," Colonel Harlan

interrupted. "He was trying to make away with the spoils from

theClarion Call."

For once, Elizabeth was stunned into silence.

"But how did you know to come?" Rhys asked. "Who lit the

signal fire?"

"Someone had to do it," Mrs. Carlton grumbled. "I knew what it

was when I saw it on my walk last week. Then, tonight, when

the squire came demanding to see Lizzy and she was gone, I

went to the cliff and saw the ship breaking up and you carrying

her away over your shoulder. The only way I could think to get

help was to light that fire."

Well, well. The Carlton women were a force to be reckoned

with!"Thank you, Mrs. Carlton. It was the right thing to do."

She nodded and drew her shawl closer around her thin

shoulders. "And speaking of the right thing, Captain Parker,

what are your intentions for my Lizzy?"

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The colonel cleared his throat. "Well done, Captain Parker. Your

assignment is complete and I believe you are free to go home.

We shall have your discharge papers within the week."

Life was full of surprises, he thought as he slipped his arm

around Elizabeth's shoulders. She gave him a heart-stopping

smile and he thought how ironic it was that what had seemed

like a complication only hours ago had become his salvation and

his future. He'd been right about one thing, at least. Life with

Elizabeth would never be dull.

The End

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