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The Pirate Lord : The Lord Trilogy Series : Book 1 - Sabrina Jeffries

The Pirate Lord

The Lord Trilogy Series : Book 1

Paperback Published: January 2000
ISBN: 9780380797479
Number Of Pages: 384

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A Splendid Opportunity

A shipload of women—theirs for the taking! Pirate captain Gideon Horn couldn't be more delighted. His men are tired of wandering the high seas and want to settle down with wives on the uncharted island paradise they've discovered. And the women are bound to be grateful to be rescued from the life of drudgery awaiting them in New South Wales . . . Lord, he's so clever!

A Splendid Passion

Married? To pirates? Sara Willis couldn't be more appalled. First she demands proper courting—at least a month. The darkly handsome pirate lord gives them two weeks. Then Sara insists the men vacate their huts for the women—Gideon demands her kisses in return. As the demands heat up, so do their passions—and soon Sara can't remember just why she's fighting the devilishly seductive captain so hard. . .

About the Author

By the time Sabrina Jeffries was eighteen, she'd eaten chicken heads and jellyfish, been chased by a baby elephant, seen countless cobras and pythons, had the entire series of rabies shots, and visited rain forests and rubber plantations. But that wasn't enough excitement for her; to escape her mundane life as a missionary's daughter, she read romance novels.

How much it is to be regretted, that the British ladies should ever sit down contented to polish, when they are able to reform. . . .

—Hannah More

English Writer And Philanthropist

Essays On Various Subjects . . . For Young Ladies

London, January 1818

Miss Sara Willis had known a great many awkward moments in her twenty-three years. There was the time as a seven-year-old when her mother had caught her filching biscuits from the grand kitchen at Blackmore Hall, or the time shortly afterward when she'd fallen into the fountain at her mother's wedding to her stepfather, the late Earl of Blackmore. Then there was the ball last year when she'd unwittingly introduced the Duchess of Merrington to the duke's mistress.

But none of those compared to this—being physically accosted by her stepbrother as she departed from Newgate Prison in the company of the Ladies' Committee. Jordan Willis—the new Earl of Blackmore, Viscount Thornworth, and Baron Ashley—wasn't the sort of man to mask his disapproval, as so many members of Parhament had learned to their detriment. And now he took charge of her person with a shameless lack of propriety,propelling her toward the waiting Blackmore carriage as if she were the merest child.

She could hear the choked laughter of her friends Jordan jerked open the door of the carriage and glowered at her.

"Into the carriage, Sara. Now."

'Jordan, really, such dramatics are not neces—"


Swallowing her dismay and embarrassment climbed into the well-appointed carriage dignity as she could muster. He slammed thedoor, then threw himself onto the seat across from her with such force that the carriage rocked on its springs.

As he ordered the coachman to drive on, she casts an apologetic glance out the window toward her friends. She was supposed to join them at Mrs. Fry's for tea, but they must realize that was impossible now.

"Deuce take it, Sara, stop making sad faces at your friends and look at me!"

Settling her slender frame against the damask cushions, she faced her stepbrother. She opened her mouth to chastise him for his untoward handling of her, then closed it when she saw the ominous furrowing of his brow. Though she was used to Jordan's formidable temper, she didn't at all like being the recipient of it. Most of London society joined her in that particular dislike, for Jordan was frightening indeed when he was angry.

"Tell me, Sara," he bit out, "how do I look today?"

If he could ask a question like that, she thought, perhaps he wasn't so very angry after all. Folding her hands in her lap, she surveyed him. His cravat was crookedly tied, most unusual for him. His auburn hair was in its natural unruly state, and his frock coat and trousers were rumpled. "Rather mussed, to be truthful. You need a shave, and your clothes are—"

"Do you know why I look this way? Do you have any idea what brought me racing from the country without taking time to sleep or groom myself properly?" His scowl forced his dark auburn brows into a solid line of disapproval.

She tried to match it but failed miserably. Scowling wasn't her forte. "You were eager for my company?" she ventured.

"It's nothing to joke about," he growled in that warning tone he used to cow the matrons at the marriage marts who attempted to introduce him to their daughters. "You know quite well why I'm here. And no matter how charming you make yourself, I wont overlook this latest mad scheme of yours."

Good heavens. He couldn't possibly know, could he? "Wh-what mad scheme? The Ladies' Committee and I were merely distributing baskets of food to the poor unfortunates at Newgate."

"Don't lie, Sara. You do it badly. You know quite well that's, not why you were at Newgate." He crossed his arms over his snug-fitting frock coat, daring her to contradict him.

Did he know the truth? Or was he bluffing? It was always hard to tell with Jordan. Even when he was eleven and her mother had married his father and brought Sara to live at Blackmore Hall, Jordan had been completely inscrutable, especially when trying to worm something out of her.

Well, she could be just as uncommunicative. Crossing her arms over her chest to mimic him, she asked, "So why was I at Newgate, Mr. All-Knowing?"

No one could get away with mocking Jordan. The only reason he endured it from her was because he truly considered her his sister, despite the lack of blood between them. Still, judging from the glint in his brown eyes, she was trespassing farther than he liked on his goodwill.

"You were at Newgate meeting the women who are being transported to New South Wales on the convict ship that leaves in three days, because you have some fool idea about sailing with them." When she opened her mouth to protest, he added, "Don't try to deny it. Hargraves told me everything."

Oh, bother it all. The butler had told him? But Hargraves had always been loyal to her. What had made the wretch betray her confidence?

Feeling defeated, she slumped against the, seat and stared out at the sky, which was thick as clotted cream with heavy fog and dew. They were traveling along Fleet Street now. Usually the grubby bustling of its ink-stained denizens cheered her, for it showed that someone at least was trying to make a difference in society. But nothing could cheer her now.

Jordan went on, his voice clipped. "When I received Hargraves's letter, I left a great deal of unfinished work at Blackmore Hall so I could rush to London to talk some sense into you."

"That's the last time I trust Hargraves," she muttered.

"Don't be like that, Sara. I've told you before, while you may ignore the dangers you encounter with that Quaker woman Mrs. Fry and her Ladies' Committee, the servants and I do not." The note of concern in his voice, grew more pronounced. "Even Hargraves, who approves of your reform efforts, is no fool. He recognizes how risky your new scheme is. He merely did his duty by telling me. If he hadn't, I would have sacked him, and he knows it."

She stared at her handsome stepbrother, whose auburn hair and chestnut eyes so resembled her own that people often mistook, her for his real sister. Sometimes his attempts to protect her were endearing. Mostly, they were tedious. If not for his time-consuming duties as the new earl, she would never be able to engage in the pursuits she deemed more important than safety or propriety.

ISBN: 9780380797479
ISBN-10: 038079747X
Series: The Lord Trilogy
Audience: General
Format: Paperback
Language: English
Number Of Pages: 384
Published: January 2000
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers Inc
Country of Publication: US
Dimensions (cm): 17.0 x 10.6  x 2.5
Weight (kg): 0.19

Sabrina Jeffries

About the Author

Raised amidst the rubber plantations in Thailand with missionary parents, Sabrina Jeffries likes to say she rode to her bestselling success on the back of an elephant. In truth, Jeffries has earned numerous placements on the New York Times and USA Today lists with Regency historicals that readers savor for her trademark sexy blend of witty dialogue and enterprising characters. It’s no accident she has been dubbed “The Queen of the Sexy Regency Romance.”

About that plantation business—living in the boonies of Thailand afforded Sabrina endless hours to read Jane Austen novels and other classics voraciously. Not surprisingly, back in the States, she went on to earn a doctorate in English literature from Tulane University—and a craving for Cajun food.

While Sabrina is at ease with refined academia types, she enjoys using her literary skills to pen novels of romantic fiction. She sold her first book in 1991 and has 35 published novels to her credit. Whenever she struggles with a plot point, she shuts off the computer and tackles a jigsaw puzzle, and before long, bingo! Problem solved. Another stress-reliever for the inventive author: creating her popular Will and Jane’s Excellent Adventure comics. Displaying Sabrina’s fine-tuned sense of humor, the comics feature a William Shakespeare caricature figure and a Jane Austen action figure.

Caffeine addict, Third Culture Kid, chocoholic, and popular novelist with more than six million books in print, Jeffries defies labels. Her biting humor and simultaneous warmth endear her to her 10,000 Facebook fans, Pinterest followers and loyal Goddess blog readers. At home in front of a crowd—any crowd (no really, just hand over the microphone and get ready for some fun)—Jeffries is a sought-after speaker, as evidenced by her 2010 gig as emcee for the National Romance Writers of America’s 30th Anniversary Awards Ceremony.

While Sabrina treks through remote locales in the name of research and rubs elbows in the big cities with other industry professionals, she says her favorite destination is home. She lives in Cary, North Carolina, with her two best guys—husband, Rene, and adult son, Nick, who has inspired her to actively champion the cause of autistic children.

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