Mag-log inLindsay Lennox, daughter of the governor of Turkey, worries she’ll never have the chance to meet a man and fall in love. Being the youngest of eight daughters, it is customary for all of her sisters to marry before she can be out in society and even meet a man. Her twenty-fourth birthday is coming quickly, and she’s running out of hope. Desperation takes hold and she disguises herself as a servant in order to slip through the palace gates. Disaster strikes when she meets a handsome sea captain and is mistakenly whisked across the sea to England. Lindsay knows her only hope of salvation will be to find her Whitton relatives in England and beg for help. Unfortunately, the devastating Captain Braxton proves more tempting than her lonely heart can resist.
view moreBarry pushed his horse faster through each town until he reached Yorkshire—and Danby Castle. His heart lodged in his throat as worry escalated inside of him. What had Lindsay possibly been thinking to leave without informing him? What aggravated him more was that none of his crew had seen her leave. They’d all been too busy unloading the ship.He knew where she was headed, and it hurt to think she didn’t want him with her.Deep in his heart, he knew she wouldn’t choose him over her family. They blamed his father fo
Lindsay’s heart clenched with sadness as she leaned against the ship’s railing and watched as the ship approached land. England. They were finally here…and the thought scared her to death. Over the past two weeks with Barry, she’d grown to love him more and more, but she had yet to tell him how she really felt. He acted as if he returned her feelings, and yet he hadn’t verbally said anything to declare his love for her. He’d kissed her several times during their voyage, and yet only a couple of those times had been extremely passionate. Just when she thought he was enjoying their kiss, he would always break away first. That act alone hinted his feelings
“Now, ye take the garment and scrub it along this board, like this.” Homer demonstrated his instructions on a slap of wood with several grooves cut into it.Lindsay couldn’t understand how that would help. “Mr. Homer—”“Just Homer, Miss.”She smiled at the middle-aged man missing several teeth. “Then you may call me Lindsay.”
Lindsay’s hands ached. She didn’t dare admit that Barry had been correct when he assumed she wouldn’t know how to do chores. She wanted so badly to learn and do her tasks well. Unfortunately, peeling potatoes for an hour made her fingers hurt, and her bottom was certainly not going to sit on that hard stool for another minute.She assisted the cook, an older bald man who was very cheerful. He talked her ear off…literally. She thought for sure she’d never get tired of a man telling stories about his adventures, but she was ready for the cook to close his trap. If she didn’t hear his voice for the rest of the day, that would please her.