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259 pages, ebook
First published October 26, 2017

"My treasure, my prize, my plum. That is all you are until your father pays what I'm owed."


"Only devils here."
True hell was to love.
"You are no man's lesser. Least of all mine. And the love I have for you is like no other."


To love could only be madness.
Plum was supposed to be the prisoner, yet Hawk was ensnared, powerless to deny him anything, a fishing boat caught in a frigate's churning wake, swept up and only able to hold on.
The urge to be the first to plunder that sweet, tight arse beat in Hawk like a war drum, and it was all he could do to keep himself in check.
Thick, calloused fingers gently pushed the seed back inside where it dripped from Nathaniel's tender arse. "Only me," Hawk muttered, still leaning over him, lips by Nathaniel's ear.
"Tell me. What is it you want, Plum?"
"Your cock. All of it."
Men were said to possess souls, and he only just discovered his and given it weight and shape.




“I’ve determined that three-quarters of piracy boils down to theater.”
“Why did I think better of you because you read to me and were kind about my deficiencies?” Hawk tore his gaze away. “I don’t know, since apparently I must remind you I’m a fucking pirate!”



