Within A Captain's Hold. Lisa A. Olech

caught him like a blow to the chest. Wasn’t it enough visions of her pale breasts haunted him? Did he need to have her voice in his head as well? Jaxon.

      He paced the deck from stem to stern and back. His heels marking each step against the gentle roll of the deck. A scowl tightened his brow. They still had weeks at sea. He would never survive sharing the same quarters with her. Either she’d kill him in his sleep, or he’d die a thousand deaths trying to resist the sweet bit of heaven he was sure to find between her thighs. He should just hand her his pistol.

      Then something she said stopped him. The duke in London who’d sent her the bloody ring. She said his name was Benedict Wolfsan. Giselle’s duke? His coach bore the initials BW. Nay, a coincidence surely.