Misty eyed, she watched him turn toward the door. Less misty eyed, she watched him tug uselessly at the doorknob. “Blair, don’t play the fool. I loved reliving our courtship, but my plans for tonight involve more space than we’ve got here.”
Instead of facing her, he slumped against the door, his shoulders shaking with laughter. “My darling lassie, history repeats itself. The door’s jammed. We’re stuck here until Mills comes to let us out.”
She stared at him, not quite as horrified as she should have been. “Truly?”
He drew himself up and faced her. “On my honor, truly. I’d have thought your uncle would get the lock fixed after last year’s fuss.”
“Perhaps he’s hoping to catch Caroline an earl, using the tactics that worked for me.”
Blair gave a huff of
laughter. “God help the poor fellow, whoever he is. But what the devil are we to do now?”
She found herself smiling at her dark and dangerous husband as if he’d given her the best Christmas present in the world. After all, when he said he loved her, he had.
“It seems, beloved, that you and I must find some way to occupy ourselves until Mills comes to the rescue.”
A Pirate for Christmas
A Regency Novella
By
Anna Campbell
Copyright © 2015, 2018 by Anna Campbell
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Cover art by Hang Le
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Dedication:
I’m very blessed with some wonderful writer friends. Instrumental in bringing A Pirate for Christmas to the light of day are Annie West, Sharon Archer, Vanessa Barneveld, and Christine Wells. I’d also like to say a special thank you to Hang Le who designed the beautiful cover.
A Pirate for Christmas
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9