Ruined by the Pirate

By Wendi Zwaduk

Two adventurous souls will always find their way together.

Pirates aren't in vogue in 1910, but that's not stopping Captain Killian Thomas. His exploits have been splashed all over the newspapers for more than ten years. He takes what he wants, no questions asked. He's happy with life on the water—until he sees her.

Sarah Moyer, heir to the Moyer real estate fortune, is a rare jewel among the upper crust. Her independent ways are notorious. She's driven a car, traveled to England on her own, and now she flatly refuses to marry the man her father's picked out for her. The chance encounter with Captain Thomas changes her perspectives. Will she follow the ways of a proper lady or will she allow herself to be ruined by the pirate?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing
• Release date: Jul 11, 2014
• ISBN: 9781784300739

Wendi Zwaduk

Wendi Zwaduk is a multi-published, award-winning author of more than one-hundred short stories and novels. She’s been writing since 2008 and published since 2009. Her stories range from the contemporary and paranormal to BDSM and LGBTQ themes. No matter what the length, her works are always hot, but with a lot of heart. She enjoys giving her characters a second chance at love, no matter what the form. She’s been the runner up in the Kink Category at Love Romances Café as well as nominated at the LRC for best contemporary, best ménage and best anthology. Her books have made it to the bestseller lists on Amazon.com and the former AllRomance Ebooks. She also writes under the name of Megan Slayer. When she’s not writing, she spends time with her husband and son as well as three dogs and three cats. She enjoys art, music and racing, but football is her sport of choice.

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A Totally Bound Publication

Ruined by the Pirate

ISBN # 978-1-78430-073-9

©Copyright Wendi Zwaduk 2014

Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright June 2014

Edited by Sarah Smeaton

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Published in 2014 by Totally Bound Publishing, Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN

Warning:

This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Totally Sizzling and a Sexometer of 2.

Jolly Rogered

RUINED BY THE PIRATE

Wendi Zwaduk

Two adventurous souls will always find their way together.

Pirates aren’t in vogue in 1910, but that’s not stopping Captain Killian Thomas. His exploits have been splashed all over the newspapers for more than ten years. He takes what he wants, no questions asked. He’s happy with life on the water—until he sees her.

Sarah Moyer, heir to the Moyer real estate fortune, is a rare jewel among the upper crust. Her independent ways are notorious. She’s driven a car, traveled to England on her own, and now she flatly refuses to marry the man her father’s picked out for her. The chance encounter with Captain Thomas changes her perspectives. Will she follow the ways of a proper lady or will she allow herself to be ruined by the pirate?

Dedication

SB—thanks for nudging me to do this

CD—thanks for the encouragement

SS—thanks for editing for me—you rock

JPZ—you’re not a pirate, but I still love you

Trademarks Acknowledgement

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmark mentioned in this work of fiction:

Model T: Ford Motor Company

Chapter One

A woman has no right traveling alone—least of all you, Sarah Moyer said and stared at her best friend, Felicia. Understood.

I’m telling you, Felicia said, nothing good can come of this voyage. Stay here and ride out the storm. Your father will see you’re not interested in Isaiah and he’ll let you decide what you want to do.

Sarah shook her head. She knew this conversation all too well. She loved Felicia, but even her friend couldn’t help her. Staying away from Norfolk, Virginia, for almost a year hadn’t prevented the wrath of Nelson Moyer. No, the real estate magnate insisted his only daughter come home. She knew darn well what he wanted her to do once she reached Norfolk—find Isaiah Landry and get married. She clutched her pocketbook tighter. No. She didn’t love Isaiah and refused to tie herself down to any man only interested in her father’s money.

Please stay. Southampton won’t be the same without you. Felicia grabbed Sarah’s hands. Please?

I’ve got to appease him. Sarah gazed out at the deep blue ocean before her. In a few minutes, she’d be sailing and free from her cares for a few days. Come with me. There are plenty of American men who would love an exotic British woman on their arm.

You know better. Felicia blew a blonde curl from her forehead. Your father wants you home in Norfolk. Mine wants me to be right here in Southampton. She let go of Sarah. Then be safe. I’ll write you and try to come visit before autumn.

Do. Sarah kissed her best friend on the cheek then waved.

England hadn’t been the second home she’d been looking for. Nowhere seemed to be home. Over Felicia’s shoulder, Sarah noticed a man weaving through the crowd. Unlike the other passengers, he didn’t appear to be making his way to the main gangplank. He surveyed the passengers then hurried to the far end of the dock. She leaned over the railing to see where he’d gone. Drat. She waved at Felicia once more then made her way onto the small ship.

In typical Moyer fashion, her father had sent a massive yacht to bring her and a few of his friends back to America from England. She stood at the railing of The Lady Moyer and waved to the people on the dock. Once again she spotted the dark-haired man from the throng of people. This time, he seemed to be looking right at her. A shiver skated up her spine. He gazed at her like she was a piece of meat, not a lady. She should avert her gaze, but no matter how hard she tried, she continued to watch him.

Come along to the cabin, Miss Moyer. Frederick Rourke, her father’s right-hand man, touched her elbow. It’ll be cold soon.

She suppressed the urge to snort. She doubted he cared about the weather. Frederick wanted to make sure she finally went home. He probably had a fat finder’s fee waiting on him at port. She sighed and allowed him to escort her to the luxury cabins on the second level of the ship.

Your father is quite excited about your arrival. Frederick placed her bag on the armchair. He’s been making plans for a month.

Oh has he? She rolled her eyes. Father doesn’t want me home just to see me. He wants to marry me off. Give a nice boy the deed to the house and the money. I can handle myself. She untied the lace beneath her chin and removed her hat. I’m shocked he didn’t try to convince you to marry me.

He did, Sarah. I refused. Frederick’s ears turned bright red. He tugged at his collar. I told him I didn’t fancy you.

Oh? What a relief, she thought. The rumors must be true. You and Delia are having a fling.

Sarah giggled. The very idea of Frederick and Delia having an affair wasn’t bad. They made a handsome couple. But if Nelson found out, he’d fire Frederick for playing with the staff.

You won’t tell. Not yet. I’m saving up enough to open my own office. I want to take care of Delia. He gripped his hat in both hands. You do understand, don’t you?

I do. She flicked her fingers. Go on, now. I should dress for supper. She waited until her handler had left the room. When the door closed, she plopped down onto the fainting couch. She might as well be