Bran Donovan rued the day suspected Tory spy Molly McCormick had been captured and smuggled aboard his ship. With her wild raven tresses flowing about her shoulders and her sweet curves barely covered by a buckskin tunic, the half-breed beauty made sharing close quarters a trying test of his nobility. But the rebel privateer wouldn't let her go until he found out how much she knew about his operation. And once he'd had a taste of her soft red lips and felt her slender body trembling in his arms, he knew he couldn't release her until he'd coaxed every tender secret from her silken flesh as well!
The handsome captain had locked Molly inside his cramped cabin to keep her safe from his lusty crew, but there was no one to protect the innocent captive from the primitive passion Bran's very nearness evoked. His eyes were as blue as the sea, and they seemed to awaken her very soul. Molly yearned to hate the brash buccaneer, yet with each passing day his hot embraces turned her heart traitor. . .and had her longing for the night when he'd unleash her searing desire and brand her forever as the. . .