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336 pages, Paperback
First published April 12, 2020
Avice was a collector of tales. Highwaymen, pirates, explorers, noble princes battling to save damsels in distress. She had shelves and shelves of adventure stories back at home. As a child, sneaking through the woods, she’d pretended to be Robin Hood or Ser Francis Drake.
Kept at home for eighteen years, Avice was ashamed to say her life had been nothing short of dull. Lessons, reading, embroidery, yes, all the things ladies were meant to do. And the things ladies weren’t meant to do, like writing stories in secret notebooks and helping in the gardens and kitchens.
“Outside that cabin, you’re anything but. You laugh and joke and draw attention with every step.” The smile faded, and his dark eyes bored into her. “As soon as you go in there, it’s like you disappear from the world, leaving just a quiet echo.”
His gaze searched her face, frown intense. “Women don’t—don’t”—he shook his head—“they don’t enjoy you know.”
She blinked. Gods, he couldn’t even say the word.
He cleared his throat. “It’s something to be endured. What is it they say? Lie back and think of Albion?” His expression softened into an apologetic smile.
She wasn’t too wild, too bold, too loud. She was just right.


The gods had a better story for her.
It isn’t that life ashore is distasteful to me. But life at sea is better.
The world calls to you, and I know you’ll answer it.