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Pleasance and the Pirate

By: April Hill
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Pleasance Penworthy is regarded as an unmarriageable shrew - and a penniless shrew, at that. When her poverty encourages her to at least consider the proposal of her deceased father's wealthy business associate, the man mysteriously insists that she travel to his estate in Savannah, incognito. Pleasance isn't interested in marrying someone she hasn't seen since she was two years old, but she's intrigued by his tales of a vengeful pirate who is trying to ruin him. Disguised as a teenaged boy, she sets out by carriage to board a ship bound for Savannah.

Before she can reach her destination, though, the coach is waylaid by masked highwaymen in the service of Gasparde's sworn enemy, sometime pirate, Gavin Spencer. Pleasance slaps the band's leader, who retaliates by spanking her - in the presence of her traveling companions. Something about the screeching woman over his knee seems familiar, though, and the man turns out to be the handsome stranger she first encountered at a party, three years earlier - when he also spanked her! Pleasance is spirited away to Spencer's own ship, to be held for ransom until they arrive in Savannah.

When a hurricane blows them off course, Pleasance is injured, and Spencer takes the ship into hiding, until she is well enough to travel. Before long, it becomes obvious to both the Captain and Pleasance that their relationship has changed from captor and captive, to something else.

On the voyage, Spencer explains that Gasparde is not the generous benefactor he claims to be, but a thief and a swindler. Still angry at being abducted, though, and increasingly irritated by her growing attraction to the handsome Captain, Pleasance does everything she can to escape, or at least make the voyage as difficult as possible. The Captain responds as he did at their first meeting - by treating her like the indulged brat she is.

Chapter One

"The problem with arranged marriages," Pleasance Penworthy explained to her younger sister, "is that they're always arranged by entirely the wrong person�Father, in this instance."

"But surely," Felicity argued, obviously perplexed by her sister's peculiar ideas, "Father loves us dearly and has cared for and protected us from birth. He's always wanted nothing but the best for us. Why would you not trust him to select a proper husband for you? I understand that Mr. Gasparde is a lovely and refined gentleman and wealthy as well, and while it's true that he's some years older than you, he's said to be the sort of mature gentleman most young women would be more than pleased to marry. Especially young women in our � inauspicious circumstances."

Pleasance made a face. "I don't see why Father's business difficulties should require me to marry a virtual stranger. If I'm so expensive to feed that I need to be gotten rid of, I would prefer to make my own arrangements for my food and keep. Given a choice between being sold to the highest bidder, I would prefer to enter a convent and beg my supper of thin gruel on my knees. Mister Gasparde may be Father's partner, but the fact remains that I was a child of two when I last saw him. For all we know, the man may be a brute or a miser. Worse yet, he might be a rich, pompous toad, like some of Father's other business associates."

Felicity sighed. "Perhaps, but you must admit that it would be nice to be rich, for a change. I'm tired of not being able to buy a pretty new gown when I need one, aren't you? If you were married to Mr. Gasparde, you'd have closets full of lovely gowns and shoes, and �"

"Trade my virginity for another stupid party dress?" Pleasance demanded. "No, thank you. On my wedding night I intend to offer that small token to a man I love, not one who's purchased me. I refuse to be deflowered by a toad, even a rich one. It would be just as loathsome to have a wealthy toad's fingers poking about in your intimate places as a poor toad's."

Felicity blushed and lowered her voice. "Why must you be so vulgar, Pleasance?" she whispered. "We all know that disagreeable things like � like that, are a woman's duty when she marries, but it's scandalous to speak of them beforehand. Especially when neither of us is absolutely certain of what � well, of what will be entailed in those duties. We will learn about things of that nature on our wedding nights, the way decent women have always done and not before. Father would be shocked to hear you speaking like this."

"Father means well," Pleasance replied smugly, "but he doesn't understand that the world has changed. We are well past the middle of the nineteenth century now, and a modern young woman of today is free to choose her own mate by both affection and physical attraction, the way it's done in the rest of the animal kingdom."

Felicity gasped. "The animal kingdom!" she repeated. "Pleasance, we are not animals in the jungle!"

Pleasance sighed. It was little wonder that Felicity was still a virgin, with her pretty head stuffed with so many foolish, outdated ideas. While Pleasance was also a virgin, she attributed her condition not to choice, nor to social custom, but to simple lack of opportunity. It was a condition she was eager to remedy as quickly as possible�with the right person, of course. And despite his wealth and social status, her father's fifty-five year-old business partner was not that person.

The truth was, all the Penworthy sisters knew for certain about Mr. Philippe Gasparde was that when he wasn't conducting business in Boston with their father, he made his home at his gracious country estate outside the city of Savannah. He was by all accounts an enormously wealthy merchant, with extensive holdings in this country and in Jamaica, where his family had owned and operated a sugarcane plantation for generations. Not content to have his merchandise shipped abroad by others, he had recently begun acquiring a small fleet of ships. There was no question about it. Any young woman married to Philippe Gasparde would enjoy a life of luxury and leisure. And just two weeks ago, Mr. Penworthy had advised his elder daughter, Pleasance, that the illustrious Mr. Gasparde had written to ask for her hand in marriage.

The proposal had come as a surprise to Pleasance, since she had no memory of her one meeting with Mr. Gasparde and knew little about him. Her suspicion was that the gentleman, having learned of her family's financial difficulties, had suggested the idea of a potential marriage as a favor. And while she recognized that an alliance with a man of Mr. Gasparde's wealth and position would be seen as a "feather in her cap," Pleasance was not pleased.

At twenty-six years old, with no other marital prospects in sight, Pleasance was teetering on the edge of spinsterhood and widely thought of in the close community in which she lived as unmarriageable. She had been "on the market," as she referred to her situation, for almost ten years. Many of her school friends had married at sixteen or seventeen and now had growing families. Prettier than most of her acquaintances and petite, Pleasance should have had her choice of eligible, successful young men.

But Pleasance wanted more. She couldn't have said exactly what she wanted that her string of ardent suitors lacked. All she knew for certain was that none of them had it. And after a few years, the line of eager young men had grown noticeably shorter and less eager. There was certainly no lack of young women around, ready to welcome the young men into their parlors for afternoon tea�and no lack of eager mothers, either.

It was customary, of course, for elder sisters to marry first, and Pleasance's adamant refusal to follow tradition had made it difficult for Felicity, who loved her sister, but resented the fact that she couldn't move to the head of the line simply because of Pleasance's stubbornness. Felicity had already agreed to marry Edward Lawrence, a recent seminary graduate, but it would be unseemly for them to wed before Pleasance was at least betrothed to someone.

Felicity opened the small gold locket that had arrived by messenger the previous afternoon. "You'll have to admit that your Mister Gasparde has a very distinguished nose," she observed, commenting on the diminutive portrait inside. "Straight and noble and quite elegant, actually. A gentleman's nose, without a doubt."

Pleasance took the locket and studied the portrait closely. "I do wish you'd stop referring to him as my Mr. Gasparde," she complained. "Besides, his eyes seem rather small and close together. A bit piggish, almost, don't you think?"

Felicity looked over her sister's shoulder at the painted image and frowned. "Perhaps it's only a trick of the light. Father says that Mr. Gasparde commissioned the portrait in great haste so that you could have it before this afternoon's reception. It was a lovely gesture, and a costly one, of course."

"Perhaps," Pleasance conceded without enthusiasm, "but I have still have no intention of becoming engaged to a man I've seen only once and can't even remember�the way a farmer would buy a brood mare or a stallion."

"Pleasance!" Felicity cried. "What an appalling thing to say!"

Pleasance tossed the gold locket on her dresser, and sighed. "I don't see why you're so shocked. It's much the same thing, isn't it? A silly exchange of doubtlessly flattering pictures, a bit of polite haggling over the price, and the breeding stock in question is shipped off to do his or her duty. If I behave as a docile and fertile brood mare, and Mr. Gasparde proves to be an enthusiastic and properly-equipped stallion, both our families will be pleased with the bargain they've made. And you, little sister, shall have a stable full of pig-eyed little Gaspardes to call you Auntie Dearest."

"If you're so displeased with Father's choice of a husband for you, why did you agree to attend Mrs. Gasparde's lawn party?" Felicity asked, exasperated by her older sister's attitude. "You know perfectly well that the entire reason for this afternoon's reception is so that she can meet you.

"Hah!" Pleasance cried. "Look me over, is more like it! I have agreed to consider the possibility of marriage and nothing else. And only because Father wishes it so fervently. I know that he means well, and that his real concern is to see me properly cared for. Father is old-fashioned and simply refuses to believe that a woman can make her way in the world without a husband. Mr. Gasparde may be too old for me, but he's rich, and he doesn't expect a dowry. I suppose poor Father sees the man as my very last hope."

"Father would never think such a cruel thing!" Felicity cried.

"Come now, Felicity, we both know that Father thinks I'm unmarriageable," Pleasance explained, a bit sadly. "A twenty-six year-old spinster with no suitors, and a pittance of a dowry."

"I haven't a dowry, either, you know," Felicity pointed out.

Pleasance smiled. "Yes, but Edward has proven himself to be a fine, noble person�a young man who knows that love is more important than the income a wife might bring him."

Felicity sighed. "That's all very well, but you mustn't forget that at this point, Edward is without any income at all. And even when he finds a position, I really don't know how we'll get along on a country minister's salary. Edward is quite cheerful about everything, though. He says that many parishes provide a cottage, in addition to the yearly stipend."

Pleasance threw her arms around her younger sister. "But don't you see?" she cried. "That's exactly as it should be. Money means absolutely nothing when compared to being truly, passionately in love." She sighed. "I do sometimes wonder, though, why Father hasn't been able to put more aside after all these years. Mr. Gasparde has certainly managed to prosper in their partnership."

"I've wondered that myself, " Felicity replied, "but, Father says that Mr. Gasparde is an excellent businessman, with many other interests and investments besides those he and Father hold in common. And we must remember that Mr. Gasparde's family has always been wealthy. His father was a marquis, you know, in France. I suppose that makes Mr. Gasparde a marquis as well. What is a marquis, do you think?"

"A marquis is a man who can provide his daughters with proper dowries," Pleasance observed, grumpily. "I suppose I should be grateful that I haven't been married off to Mr. Gustave."

"The butcher?"

Pleasance nodded. "At least I'd eat well."

"Well, Mr. Gustave is a very kind man," Felicity suggested hopefully.

"He's also seventy-four years old," Pleasance sighed, "and totally bald."

"If I say something," Felicity began, timidly "will you get angry?"

Pleasance made a face. "Probably."

"There have been any number of nice young men who've come calling on you." Felicity pointed out. "People say the reason they never come back is because you're �." Pleasance narrowed her eyes. "Because I'm what?"

Felicity hesitated. "If I tell you, you're going to yell at me, or throw something, aren't you?"

"Yes," Pleasance replied, "but that will be nothing compared to what I'll do to you if you don't tell me. Besides, I already know what people say. They've been saying it for as long as I can remember. I'm bad-tempered and stubborn, my manners are insufferable, my politics are shocking, and I persist in believing that women are equal to men, or should be. Now," she said, with a deep sigh of resignation, "what shall we wear to this idiotic reception? At which I am apparently to be poked and prodded, and have my teeth inspected, like all the other brood mares."

"I'm going to wear my blue satin," Felicity said, relieved that the conversation had moved away from their financial problems and on to fashion. "It's still quite nice�except for that little stain at the waist, but a bit of ribbon should hide that nicely. What will you wear? You are to be the guest of honor, you know."

Pleasance shrugged. "Yes, and I have no idea what to wear for such an occasion�to meet the mother of a man I don't want to marry, but to whom I have to be polite, in case nothing better comes along. Especially when the silly creature has planned a sumptuous banquet and garden party to introduce us to all of the city's best-known, beautifully-dressed snobs and social climbers."

Felicity ignored her sister's sarcasm, and plunged back into the dress discussion. "You could wear that lovely frock you wore to Margaret Tiddings' birthday party last month. The green silk that reflects your eyes so wonderfully."

"Borrowed," Pleasance growled, "from that simpering twit, Jane Morrison. I promised that I'd only wear it once, but I managed to rip the bodice somehow. Now, I'll have to pay a seamstress to repair the stupid dress before I can return it to her. Anyway, the hem is much too long. I was tripping the entire evening." She sighed, "It would have been impossible to dance�had any of the gentlemen present asked me to dance, that is. Besides, it's much too warm. The weather this afternoon is going to be suffocating; I just know it."

"I know," Felicity agreed, "but you simply must wear your hair down today, no matter how warm it is. It will be lovely, against the emerald green silk." She touched a lock of her older sister's long, dark hair and laughed softly. "I was so jealous of your hair, as a child."

Pleasance gave her a quick kiss. "I can't imagine why. You had the wavy golden locks of an angel, and I had an unruly mop of black curls that �."

"I saw you as an enchanted, darkling princess," Felicity said, sighing, "who was always whisking me off to magical adventures, and talking me into things that�."

"Adventures that usually got us both soundly spanked," Pleasance added.

Felicity giggled. "Well, that too, of course. Afterward, I was always mad at you for getting me into trouble, and I used to lie awake, wondering how two sisters could be so different and look so different."

In the end, Pleasance decided to wear Jane Morrison's green silk dress to the reception�with the small addition of a brooch to disguise the torn bodice. She would be very careful, though, not to spill anything on it. Jane would have a fit.

* * * As Pleasance had predicted, the weather for Madame Gasparde's garden party was unpleasantly warm and the guests insufferably boring. She spent two hours evading rude queries about when the "wedding" would take place and where the happy couple would reside afterward. It appeared that the betrothal contract she regarded as unlikely-to-completely-ridiculous was considered by most of Madame Gasparde's guests as already signed and sealed.

Finally, when the heat and the press of overfed, overheated bodies became too much for her, Pleasance took a glass of punch and slipped away into the elegantly manicured garden. At the bottom of the garden's terraced hill, she noticed the new fountain that she had heard her hostess describing during lunch. "A genuine Bernini," Madame Gasparde had gushed. "Imported from Rome! One of his early efforts, but positively breathtaking! The cost to my dear Philippe must have been ruinous, but he's always been so generous to me. A son any mother would be proud of. Successful and handsome!" When she touched Pleasance's arm, there was a tear in her eye. "I do hope you appreciate how fortunate you are, my dear, that Philippe should find you suitable as a bride."

The "genuine Bernini" was far from genuine, of course. Pleasance had once considered a career in art forgery, which had left her with an excellent eye for other people's forgeries. The marble and granite monstrosity on her hostess's lawn was a copy, and not an especially good copy, at that. But the falling water did look cool�and inviting.

"Why not," she thought, eyeing the fountain with a feeling that approached lust. The day was intolerably warm, and the stupid green silk dress was itching like mad. The thin fabric of her undergarments would dry quickly, and if she simply held her skirts aloft�.

After a quick glance back toward the house and a second glance around the lush gardens to ensure that there were no groundskeepers lurking about, Pleasance kicked her shoes aside, peeled off her stockings, and perched on the rim of the fountain. Careful to keep the hem of the borrowed gown above her knees, she thrust her bare legs into the shallow basin, sighing with pleasure at the silken touch of the water on her overheated skin. Emboldened now, she pulled her skirts up to her waist and sat for a moment, considering the possibility of simply slipping into the fountain to wade, the way she had done as a child. She was still weighing the risks against the rewards when her reverie was interrupted by a laughing male voice somewhere behind her.

"Twenty dollars if you'll do it," the voice called over the tinkling of the fountain.

Pleasance whirled around with alarm, and found a man standing there. A very tall, extremely attractive man she'd never seen before. He was dressed in an open-throated white shirt with billowing sleeves, and his tight gray breeches were tucked into a pair of brown boots that came nearly to his thighs. His hair was a light brown and tied at the nape of his neck. She pulled her skirts over her bare knees as quickly as possible.

"Do what" she asked innocently.

"Jump in," he replied, smiling. "Isn't that what you were preparing to do�go wading in that preposterously ugly fountain?"

"Of course not," she lied, trying to sound offended at the mere suggestion. "What makes you believe I'm the sort of person who would do a childish thing like that?"

"Perhaps because it's hot as blazes," he said, "and because you've already removed your stockings?"

"How dare you!" she exclaimed. "It's clear that you're no gentleman, to speak in such a familiar manner to a lady."

He grinned. "I know very few ladies who go about lifting their skirts and exposing their drawers to idle passersby�such as myself."

"A gentleman doesn't discuss a lady's undergarments," she said smugly, "and use vulgar words like drawers."

"All right, then," he said solemnly, "let us simply say, exposing your undergarments."

"The fashionable term is pantalets," she corrected him, "as any gentleman of quality would know."

As a well-brought-up young woman, Pleasance knew that she should simply leave�after a small display of outrage, and with as much dignity as possible. But she didn't leave. Instead, she sat there and watched the man, brazen and unafraid. That was the impression she was hoping to give, at any rate.

"Are you a guest, here?" she demanded.

He shook his head. "No. Not a guest."

"A servant, then."

"An unexpected visitor," he explained. "Here on a small business matter that I had hoped to conclude amicably. But it seems that the gentleman I came to visit isn't going to make an appearance. He seems to be avoiding me, which is unfortunate."

"Why unfortunate?" she asked rudely.

The man's smile was enigmatic. "Because it means I shall have to make other, less-amicable arrangements with regard to a ship called the Captive Maiden." In an abrupt change of subject, he pointed back up the slope to the great house, "and am I to assume that you are a guest at Madame Gasparde's party?"

Pleasance hesitated. "Yes. Actually, one could say that I'm the guest of � well, what I mean by that is �" The stranger was standing closer now, which was making Pleasance nervous, though she couldn't have explained why. He seemed pleasant enough�except for his lack of manners�and in no way threatening, yet his being this close was in some way disturbing to her.

She could feel her face becoming flushed, and in trying to glance away she looked down�and realized, too late, that she was looking directly at his � at a place proper young ladies simply didn't look.

Pleasance had been raised from early childhood in a comfortable Quaker home, protected from everything of even a faintly venal nature. And though she had always chafed at her strict upbringing, there was little she'd been able to do about it�other than watch and observe and ponder. Her early attempts at finding answers to certain questions had earned her a good deal of time in a corner, with her bottom well-switched and her nose pressed against a cold wall. Thus, she had arrived in her early twenties as ignorant about the differences between men and women as it was conceivable to be at the age of twenty-six. Her early curiosity about those differences, though, had never disappeared, or ever wavered.

Somewhere in her late teens, when she was finally permitted to be in the company of a man without constant supervision, Pleasance had found herself fascinated with the roundish bulge that men carry between their legs, and that women do not. It had been a matter of some interest to her since early childhood, when she first became aware of the difference and was foolish enough to inquire about it.

Most of the time her questions were simply ignored or brushed aside, but at the age of nine, while visiting the stables with her governess on a hot afternoon, she had noticed a handsome stallion with an astonishingly long appendage dangling underneath his body When she asked the item's purpose, her governess had blushed, and explained haltingly that it was how the animal relieved himself.

Pleasance was not persuaded.

"But that's just silly," she cried, quite forgetting her manners in the heat of scientific curiosity. "What a lot of bother it would be to carry around something that large, simply to piss. It must surely have some other purpose."

When two stable hands behind her guffawed at her remarks, poor Pleasance was dragged back to the house, where she was soundly whipped and sent to her room without supper. The initial six blows were for her use of the rude word, "piss," her governess explained. While no mention was made of anything else, Pleasance understood that the dozen bows that followed were meant to stifle any further anatomical inquiries.

The whipping hadn't worked as intended, but merely confirmed to Pleasance that her education in the biological sciences had been sadly remiss. The whipping had been disagreeable, though, and she made the very wise decision to leave her scientific observations for a time in the future, or else not to share those observations with anyone with the authority to spank her.

As she approached marriageable age, however, her mother took her aside and nervously explained, "what it is to be a woman." The lesson was brief, confusing and almost one hundred percent inaccurate, but it proved to Pleasance that her earlier suspicions had been correct. The purpose of the mysterious bulge was far more interesting than she had been told. She embarked upon a clandestine study of all the men she knew, or met, or saw on the street, at church, etc.

When a friend at school finally explained to her�in giggles�the item's actual function, Pleasance was interested, but mildly disappointed. Her own reading, in the one medical book she had managed to steal, as well as her observations of the classical sculptures of the human figure at her local art museum, seemed to indicate that the male reproductive organ must be quite small. The few artistically rendered organs she had been able to investigate at close hand (those without the annoying hindrance of a plaster fig leaf) were always shown nestled between the heavily muscled marble thighs of Grecian and Roman heroes, looking for all the world like under-ripe cucumbers. How on earth could such a frail, lifeless object do the delightful things her school friend had suggested? It seemed, quite frankly, implausible.

She had also noticed in her secretive inspection of these curious male "bulges," that there seemed to be a wide variation in size from gentleman to gentleman. Mr. Naismith, for instance, the pale young man her mother had selected as her first suitor, had a very small bulge that appeared to her, upon furtive examination, to be mildly squishy. The burly carpenter who came to fix the roof, on the other hand, was possessed of an exceptionally large bulge that was firm in appearance and sometimes moved about, as if the carpenter might be hiding a very large mouse inside his breeches. It was all very puzzling to Pleasance, and intriguing.

"Perhaps it grows larger with age," Felicity had suggested, "as a woman's bosoms do." Pleasance thought that very silly, since Felicity, despite being younger, was endowed much more generously than Pleasance herself.

And now, with all of these youthful questions still unanswered, she was observing�alone, and at close range�the very object, or objects, that had fascinated her for so many years. And they were attached, as it were, to an extremely attractive man who didn't seem in the least embarrassed about it�even when it became obvious that she had been looking at him in a very unseemly manner.

"I was admiring�those," she lied, dropping her eyes as quickly as she could and pointing to his boots. "They're quite handsome and well made." She blushed again. "I was, of course, speaking of your boots."

He smiled, "But of course you were, Mistress, and why would I have thought anything else?" He tapped the toe of his right boot on the ground, as if in demonstration. "I'm pleased that you approve. I've always found myself well served in that regard, and while I don't wish to appear immodest, I have often drawn similar appreciative glances from discerning young ladies such as yourself. The size appears to draw especial attention, but then, as I am appreciably taller than the average gentleman, I suppose it is to be expected that my other physical attributes should be of a more generous size, as well. Might I ask a question, though?"

Still blushing, Pleasance nodded.

"Are you always so conscious of � well, let us say, of male accessories?" he asked.

"My grandfather was a shoemaker," she lied. Pleasance was an excellent liar, which was a very good thing, since she so frequently had something to lie about.

"I've heard it said that the taller the man, the larger his � his boot," he observed. "Do you find that to be true?"

"I wouldn't know," she murmured. "It's not a subject with which I have extensive experience."

He nodded. "Yes, I suppose that would be the sort of thing that a young lady gathers from experience with men�and with boots, of course."

Pleasance began to wish fervently that she were somewhere else�any place where the stranger's smiling, steel-blue eyes weren't studying and appraising her. Any place where she could escape the hot, revealing flush that had begun to rise from her naked toes all the way up to her cheeks. She had read enough low novels to understand what was happening to her, and she wasn't at all sure she liked it. Pleasance was absolutely certain that modern, intelligent women remained in control of their emotions at all times. But now, with this handsome stranger so close, she seemed unable to think clearly. It could have been the oppressive heat, of course, but she had begun to shiver. In a moment, if she didn't regain her composure, she felt that her knees would surely buckle.

Suddenly, Pleasance decided that it might just be the perfect time to go wading in Mrs. Gasparde's pool, after all.

TG on 02/17/2015 08:24pm
Awwww...oh how I love the pirate tales. This was perfectly written. Characters were memorable. The plot was the perfect pirate plot. Loved, loved, loved it.
TG on 02/17/2015 08:24pm
Awwww...oh how I love the pirate tales. This was perfectly written. Characters were memorable. The plot was the perfect pirate plot. Loved, loved, loved it.
Denise on 02/08/2015 02:44pm
Up to the last chapter (ending) of the book, this was a 5 star for me. The ending was so abrupt and quick, i felt cheated. The book was so detailed and the characters so wonderfully thought out, that i couldn't believe the ending was done the way it was. Is this because there is more to the story to come? There definitely could be. I would like to see the Pleasance be a little stronger or have a purpose in the story, other than a wronged girl, Make her character valued more. Did like that she saved his life though, that was a big plus, I would still encourage readers to buy this book, because it was done very well, I just expected more to the ending (epilogue).
Denise on 02/08/2015 02:44pm
Up to the last chapter (ending) of the book, this was a 5 star for me. The ending was so abrupt and quick, i felt cheated. The book was so detailed and the characters so wonderfully thought out, that i couldn't believe the ending was done the way it was. Is this because there is more to the story to come? There definitely could be. I would like to see the Pleasance be a little stronger or have a purpose in the story, other than a wronged girl, Make her character valued more. Did like that she saved his life though, that was a big plus, I would still encourage readers to buy this book, because it was done very well, I just expected more to the ending (epilogue).
Laurel Lasky on 03/22/2014 05:59pm
I love April Hills books. This was a wonderful read, great plot, characters, intrigue, humor and lengthy. I love long novels and Aprils books are for most of them bravo AH.
Laurel Lasky on 03/22/2014 05:59pm
I love April Hills books. This was a wonderful read, great plot, characters, intrigue, humor and lengthy. I love long novels and Aprils books are for most of them bravo AH.
Connie on 03/02/2014 06:42pm
I don't really like pirate stories so almost didn't buy this. I have enjoyed the other April Hill books, so decided to try this. I am so glad I did. This was so much fun. Pleasance is a 26-year-old spinster that won't marry anyone. She is kidnapped by Gavin and told the story of why he took her, but she just keeps being a brat and is punished for it. She continually disobeys with the thought that she won't get caught but always does. I had so much fun with these two.
Connie on 03/02/2014 06:42pm
I don't really like pirate stories so almost didn't buy this. I have enjoyed the other April Hill books, so decided to try this. I am so glad I did. This was so much fun. Pleasance is a 26-year-old spinster that won't marry anyone. She is kidnapped by Gavin and told the story of why he took her, but she just keeps being a brat and is punished for it. She continually disobeys with the thought that she won't get caught but always does. I had so much fun with these two.
Tara on 02/18/2014 08:10pm
Unlike most books by April Hill, I didn't find this one at all compelling. It must've taken five tries to get through the story.
Tara on 02/18/2014 08:10pm
Unlike most books by April Hill, I didn't find this one at all compelling. It must've taken five tries to get through the story.
Laurel Lasky on 02/15/2014 10:55am
I adored this book. First of all it was long like a novel, had a great story line, good character development, romance, action, adventure, betrayal and lots of spanking. Above all it had great humor.
Laurel Lasky on 02/15/2014 10:55am
I adored this book. First of all it was long like a novel, had a great story line, good character development, romance, action, adventure, betrayal and lots of spanking. Above all it had great humor.
KatD on 02/06/2014 04:49am
I really liked this one - the writing style was to the period and the story kept you intrigued...
KatD on 02/06/2014 04:49am
I really liked this one - the writing style was to the period and the story kept you intrigued...
KatD on 02/06/2014 04:49am
I really liked this one - the writing style was to the period and the story kept you intrigued...
KatD on 02/06/2014 04:49am
I really liked this one - the writing style was to the period and the story kept you intrigued...
KArc on 01/28/2014 10:20pm
This, so far is my favorite April Hill story. I thoroughly enjoyed the characters, even the minor ones had lovable personalities from Dudley who wanted nothing to do with spanking Pleasance to Haskins who would love to have gotten his hands on her. I liked the humor and intrigue. This was an all around good, solid story.
KArc on 01/28/2014 10:20pm
This, so far is my favorite April Hill story. I thoroughly enjoyed the characters, even the minor ones had lovable personalities from Dudley who wanted nothing to do with spanking Pleasance to Haskins who would love to have gotten his hands on her. I liked the humor and intrigue. This was an all around good, solid story.
JK on 01/19/2014 03:24pm
I absolutely LOVED this book! It was totally my kind of romantic spanking story! It was long enough to really tell a great story. Nothing was rushed. It had perfectly written in spankings!! (If you buy this book, even you will think she definitely had them coming)! And it actually made me laugh out loud! FANTASTIC job!! Keep them coming!
JK on 01/19/2014 03:24pm
I absolutely LOVED this book! It was totally my kind of romantic spanking story! It was long enough to really tell a great story. Nothing was rushed. It had perfectly written in spankings!! (If you buy this book, even you will think she definitely had them coming)! And it actually made me laugh out loud! FANTASTIC job!! Keep them coming!
on 01/19/2014 03:16pm
I absolutely LOVED this book!! It was totally my kind of romantic spanking story! It was long enough to really tell a great story. Nothing was rushed. It had perfectly written in spankings!! (If you buy this, even you will think she definitely had them coming)! And it actually made me laugh out loud! FANTASTIC job!! Keep them coming!
on 01/19/2014 03:16pm
I absolutely LOVED this book!! It was totally my kind of romantic spanking story! It was long enough to really tell a great story. Nothing was rushed. It had perfectly written in spankings!! (If you buy this, even you will think she definitely had them coming)! And it actually made me laugh out loud! FANTASTIC job!! Keep them coming!
Pooky on 01/18/2014 04:42pm
I loved this book. Gavin is sexy and stern, unwilling to put up with Pleasance's willful and spoiled ways. Of course, this means that she will spend a lot of time over his lap, but that is what makes this book so delicious. A Pirate and a beautifully defiant young captive, what is not to love? I'm heading off to buy the very next book of April Hill's I find.
Pooky on 01/18/2014 04:42pm
I loved this book. Gavin is sexy and stern, unwilling to put up with Pleasance's willful and spoiled ways. Of course, this means that she will spend a lot of time over his lap, but that is what makes this book so delicious. A Pirate and a beautifully defiant young captive, what is not to love? I'm heading off to buy the very next book of April Hill's I find.
SH on 01/18/2014 11:05am
I loved this pirate story! The characters are well written and the plot is well thought out and detailed. This is one I will read again.
SH on 01/18/2014 11:05am
I loved this pirate story! The characters are well written and the plot is well thought out and detailed. This is one I will read again.
Artsy1 on 01/04/2014 04:51am
I really like this author's style of writing and enjoyed this story very much. Pleasance was a handful and always looking for a way to escape her captor, Captain Gavin Spencer. She had disguised herself as a boy and was on her way to meet with her deceased father's partner, an older man that had offered her marriage, when she was captured by Gavin. Gavin is looking for a way to get his ship back from the same man and decides to use Pleasance as assurance. I thought there was good balance between humor and intrigue. Lots of twists and turns.
Artsy1 on 01/04/2014 04:51am
I really like this author's style of writing and enjoyed this story very much. Pleasance was a handful and always looking for a way to escape her captor, Captain Gavin Spencer. She had disguised herself as a boy and was on her way to meet with her deceased father's partner, an older man that had offered her marriage, when she was captured by Gavin. Gavin is looking for a way to get his ship back from the same man and decides to use Pleasance as assurance. I thought there was good balance between humor and intrigue. Lots of twists and turns.
Miss contrite on 11/23/2013 08:25am
Fantastic story you have to love Pleasence`s forthright character and Cabins determination to spank it out of her great twists and turns one of April Hills finest
Miss contrite on 11/23/2013 08:25am
Fantastic story you have to love Pleasence`s forthright character and Cabins determination to spank it out of her great twists and turns one of April Hills finest

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