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When Eleanor Fitzwilliam stows away on her fiancé's ship, The Rainbow, the last thing in the world she expects to find on deck is another man...and a pirate, at that! Captain Robin Steele claims he stole a magic coin from a drunken leprechaun on holiday in the Caribbean. Now all he has to do is follow the coin and he'll find the leprechaun's fabled pot of gold. But when Eleanor steals the coin and demands he split the money with her, they both discover a treasure of another sort...Love. Customer Ratings:
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From Dani Jacquel, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"4.5 Stars!...The humor woven throughout the story was probably my favorite part of the book...The way Eleanor and Robin helped each other, sometimes by accident, while searching for gold was a wonderful way to develop their romance....A quick, cute story."
From Angel Brewer, The Romance Studio
"4 Hearts!...I loved this book, full of action, adventure and passion. Fantasy is incorporated with the addition of leprechaun and gold. A pleasurable read for all..."
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“Can I come closer to you?” she asked.
He jumped a little at her question. “Do you think that’s a good idea, love?”
“I think it’s a very good idea,” Eleanor said.
She moved closer, and Robin sat up. “Neptune’s balls, you’re a young lady and I’m—“
“Warm,” she finished as she moved so close she was touching him. “And I’m a cold young lady.”
“What makes you think I won’t take advantage of you?”
She made a wry face. “For the same reason I know you won’t kill me. If you were going to have me seven ways to Sunday, as you put it, you’d have done it already.”
“I don’t like being predictable.” Robin stared up at the stars, hard. The wench was provoking him, but damned if he knew why.
He could have sworn her heard her purr as she sidled even closer. “So, does that mean you are you going to take advantage of me?”
“Bloody hell!” he cried and sat up so fast she rolled away from him in the sand. “What sort of talk is that?”
Eleanor sat up, too, onto her knees. She toyed with the thick braids and tucked them into a disheveled mess on top of her head. She glared at him.
“You’re a man, and I’m a woman.”
“Obviously.” Robin narrowed his eyes. “You are supposed to be a gentlewoman.”
“But you are a pirate. You’re not supposed to have morals, or manners.”
“So you’re saying you’d want me to rape you?” Robin had been propositioned plenty of times, but this wench had him gape-mouthed aghast.
“It’s not rape if it’s consensual!” Eleanor put her hands on her hips. Even in the dimming light from the fire, he couldn’t ignore her glare.
“Neptune’s balls!” he cried again, only because he couldn't think of what else to say.
“I don’t give a fig for Neptune’s,” Eleanor retorted smartly. “But I believe I’d like to learn more about yours.”
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