Cupid's Arrow

Published: 02/12/2016

ISBN Digital: 9781509204861
ISBN Print: 9781509204854
Page Count: 240
Word Count: 58390
Rating: Spicy

Can love breathe new life into a shattered heart?  
Christiana Saint-Ange is ready to die. Revolutionary France has become a living hell and her life along with it. When her aristocratic brother enlists the aid of the freedom-loving Americans to rescue her from her appointment with Madame Guillotine, she finds herself sailing to America.  Can she put her country and her past behind her?
Captain Neil Blakely is more than willing to be the white knight when the situation calls for it. He's just more accustomed to his damsels in distress being grateful for his help. His latest charge is threatening his crew with the cutlery. In the time it takes to sail to America, can he discover what demons haunt his reluctant passenger? And, does her family really expect him to just hand her over to a fiancé she's never met?


“Care to tell me what happened here?”

“Well, sir—”

“The way he looked at me. I saw it.” Christiana’s accent thickened. “All of your men. I see the way they look at me. Just because I am a woman, you think you can do what you will with me.”

“You would threaten a boy with a knife?” Neil asked.

Jeremy shuffled his feet. “I’m not a—”

Zut alors! What choice do I have?” Christiana interrupted him. “You are stronger. Even that mouse of a child over there is stronger than I am. I ask you again, what choice do I have?”

“That child would never have hurt you.”

“I’m not a—”

Neil sighed and interrupted his young crewman as though he hadn’t said a word.

“Nobody’s doing nothing to nobody.”

Christiana’s brows knit together. Fine. If she needed it spelled out in simpler terms, he would do that.

“You think you’re something special, don’t you, Princess? Your brother seems to think awfully highly of you. To me and the boys here, you’re simply a sack of gold.”

Christiana recoiled as though she had been slapped, and a momentary twinge of guilt twisted Neil’s gut. He set it aside. Madame Saint-Ange needed to understand her position on his ship.

“With the kind of money I’m getting from this commission, I could buy a hundred women like you.”

Christiana’s eyes glittered, and she opened her mouth to say something, but Neil stopped her with his words.

“No, scrap that. I don’t think I would buy a hundred women like you. The women I bought would have some meat on their bones, brains in their head, and a civil tongue in their mouths. It’s what all men want, my men included, so don’t think you’re in any danger on my ship. We’ve only been at sea for three months, and we aren’t that desperate. You leave my men alone, and they’ll leave you alone.”

Christiana closed her mouth, but her eyes were like chips of ice.

“Do we have a deal?”

She tipped her chin in the air. “Oui.”

Neil turned to go.

“But, Capitaine…” Christiana’s velvet tone stopped him in his tracks.

He turned toward her, eyes narrowed. “Yes?”

“Although I will leave your men alone, I may well kill you before this voyage is through.”

Neil spun on his heel and headed toward his cabin. He’d be damned if he didn’t believe her.

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