“Let’s make the most of the time we have together now.”
Sandra looked into Adam’s eyes, feeling the familiar surge of arousal he so often called forth. He fascinated her, frustrated and confused her. He couldn’t be good for her, but she couldn’t stay away from him.
As he pulled her into the welcoming shadows, she draped herself around him, her lips locked to his in a kiss that made her forget everything short of her own name. Adam’s hands slid down her back to cradle her bottom, and he pulled her closer still.
“Let’s go to your yacht, where we can be alone,” she said in a voice made low, husky by his kisses.
Without a word he took her hand and led her down the beach to explore a different world—one of shadows and secrets and sex….
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Dear Reader,
I had so much fun on Passionata’s Island with the characters in At Her Pleasure that I couldn’t wait to revisit the island in this book. There’s just something about sun, sand, sex—and pirates!
As part of my research for this book, I visited the Titanic exhibit that has been touring throughout the United States. One section of this exhibit was devoted to the process of locating and salvaging the ship’s wreckage. I was amazed at the hard work that went into recovering and preserving artifacts. And several years ago I was lucky enough to tour an exhibition devoted to the pirate ship Whydah, a wooden sailing vessel much like the one I imagined for Passionata. Both of these exhibits, I hope, helped me bring my own shipwreck to life.
Many thanks also to my friend and fellow author Emily McKay, who helped me with my many questions about diving. Any mistakes in this book are mine, not hers.
Of course, once all the research was done, it was time to put my imagination to work. That’s where the real fun began. I hope you’ll enjoy Adam and Sandra’s story as much as I did. Let me know what you think by e-mailing me at [email protected], or write to me in care of Harlequin Enterprises, 225 Duncan Mill Rd, Toronto, Ontario, M3B 3K9, Canada.
Cindi Myers
HER SECRET TREASURE
Cindi Myers
TORONTO • NEW YORK • LONDON
AMSTERDAM • PARIS • SYDNEY • HAMBURG
STOCKHOLM • ATHENS • TOKYO • MILAN • MADRID
PRAGUE • WARSAW • BUDAPEST • AUCKLAND
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Cindi Myers’s dreams of sailing away to an island paradise with her own swashbuckling pirate have been quashed by rampant seasickness and a tendency to sunburn easily. So she settles for drinking umbrella cocktails and letting her imagination run wild on the sun-washed beaches of her books.
Books by Cindi Myers
HARLEQUIN BLAZE
168—GOOD, BAD…BETTER
180—DO ME RIGHT
215—ROCK MY WORLD*
241—NO REGRETS*
274—FEAR OF FALLING**
323—THE MAN TAMER
333—MEN AT WORK
“Taking His Measure”
360—WILD CHILD†
419—AT HER PLEASURE
HARLEQUIN ANTHOLOGY
A WEDDING IN PARIS
“Picture Perfect”
HARLEQUIN AMERICAN ROMANCE
1182—MARRIAGE ON HER MIND
1199—THE RIGHT MR. WRONG
HARLEQUIN NEXT
MY BACKWARDS LIFE
THE BIRDMAN’S DAUGHTER
HARLEQUIN SIGNATURE SELECT
LEARNING CURVES
BOOTCAMP
“Flirting with an Old Flame”
HARLEQUIN SUPERROMANCE
1498—A SOLDIER COMES HOME
This one’s for Tammy
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
1
THE DREAMS HAD BEGUN on her first visit to the island—strange nighttime fantasies she could never clearly recall, which left her confused and strangely aroused. Sandra Newman was not a person who indulged in superstition or whimsy, but those island dreams haunted her, leaving her with the sense that understanding them would reveal the secret to unfulfilled longings she hadn’t realized she possessed.
The memory of those dreams was with her now, as her yacht sailed within sight of the palm-covered atoll. Passionata’s Island was named after the female pirate who had headquartered there in the early days of the eighteenth century, a pirate queen known for her successful attacks on merchant ships that ventured too near her sanctuary, and acclaimed for her skill as a seductress.
“Jonas, I want a good shot of the island as we approach,” she directed her cameraman, who obligingly aimed his handheld video camera over the ship’s bow. “I’m thinking this is our opening,” she continued. “Maybe with some mysterious music and a voice-over talking about the reputed curse on the island.” Oh, yes, this place even had a curse. Talk about a made-for-television story. Passionata was a tragic-romantic figure who had left behind treasure worth millions—perhaps even billions—of dollars. She smiled, imagining the network head, Gary Simon’s eyes popping when he saw the numbers for audience share when Sandra Newman Presents Passionata’s Treasure, aired next