A Pirate at Pembroke by Danielle Thorne
Keeping company with a reputed pirate is one thing, but falling in love with him could ruin the eccentric Crestwood family for good…
Sophie Crestwood is never going to catch a husband, and she isn’t even sure she wants one. Her father is a gossip, her mother has her nose in a book, and little Jack has shamefully been dismissed from boarding school. Worst of all, a pirate moves next door into Pembroke Hall.
When Sophie’s sent to a matchmaking party at a neighboring estate, the pirate from Pembroke arrives and distracts everyone from the summer festivities. Unguarded, her feelings about the mysterious Captain Murdock bloom into a trusted friendship that Sophie fears may come to mean more than anyone could ever suspect.
Praise
There have been only a handful of times when a book truly blows me away. This is one of those times. It’s full of emotions from laughter to tears and all in between. There are heroes and villains. There’s mystery, humor, danger, and romance all contained within its pages. As I read, I became fully engaged with the characters. ~D. Pearson
This sweet romance will give you all the feels and keep you turning pages. Romance, mystery and a little humor made this an engaging and satisfying read. ~F. Brown
Excerpt
She imagined the dark silhouette would take the shape of a specter, perhaps with a sickle in its grip; instead, the man appeared to be a gentleman, although not an altogether cheerful looking one. Other than his hat, he was rather too brown and rumpled.
The horse snorted and turned its head to look. The rider studied her, too. Sophie pushed off the wall and stepped forward.
”You are from Leatherbury?” he assumed in a flat tone.
”Miss Crestwood of Leatherbury,” she informed him, trying to maintain her poise. Her attempt was foiled by an examining gaze with eyes so pale she could not tell their color. She couldn’t look at him without glancing away and back again.
”Then, Miss Crestwood of Leatherbury, I recommend you and your family reacquaint yourselves with the boundaries of your estate.”
Her mouth dropped open at the ill-mannered admonition. Sophie stared up at the horseman from beneath the brim of her bonnet, aware she was mussed and the hem of her skirt damp with morning dew. One of her ribbons, frayed at the end, fluttered up in her face, but she did not shoo it away. ”I am looking for my brother,” she said, trying to gather up enough dismay to feel slighted. ”I assure you I am within the boundaries of my home.”
The man gazed off into the distance behind her. ”I beg your pardon,” he said with a slight apologetic cough, ”but your boundaries are the low-lying stream several yards beyond the grove, to where I suspect I’ve just chased your brother from my orchard.”
“Please accept my apologies then.” Sophie kept her tone stiff.
She whirled away toward the stile to escape his censure, wondering why she did not debate with him that the wall had been the boundary for ages. Everyone knew it, even the cows. She was a Crestwood from Leatherbury, and she knew it. Who was he to tell her differently?
She pivoted back on her heel. ”And you are?” She inclined her head and raised her chin, just like Lady Mary did when she questioned some poor, culpable soul.
The man shifted in his saddle like he might slide off the horse, and the animal whinnied and stamped its feet. ”Captain Edward Murdock of St. Kitts, and still you are trespassing on my property.”
Excerpt
She imagined the dark silhouette would take the shape of a specter, perhaps with a sickle in its grip; instead, the man appeared to be a gentleman, although not an altogether cheerful looking one. Other than his hat, he was rather too brown and rumpled.
The horse snorted and turned its head to look. The rider studied her, too. Sophie pushed off the wall and stepped forward.
”You are from Leatherbury?” he assumed in a flat tone.
”Miss Crestwood of Leatherbury,” she informed him, trying to maintain her poise. Her attempt was foiled by an examining gaze with eyes so pale she could not tell their color. She couldn’t look at him without glancing away and back again.
”Then, Miss Crestwood of Leatherbury, I recommend you and your family reacquaint yourselves with the boundaries of your estate.”
Her mouth dropped open at the ill-mannered admonition. Sophie stared up at the horseman from beneath the brim of her bonnet, aware she was mussed and the hem of her skirt damp with morning dew. One of her ribbons, frayed at the end, fluttered up in her face, but she did not shoo it away. ”I am looking for my brother,” she said, trying to gather up enough dismay to feel slighted. ”I assure you I am within the boundaries of my home.”
The man gazed off into the distance behind her. ”I beg your pardon,” he said with a slight apologetic cough, ”but your boundaries are the low-lying stream several yards beyond the grove, to where I suspect I’ve just chased your brother from my orchard.”
“Please accept my apologies then.” Sophie kept her tone stiff.
She whirled away toward the stile to escape his censure, wondering why she did not debate with him that the wall had been the boundary for ages. Everyone knew it, even the cows. She was a Crestwood from Leatherbury, and she knew it. Who was he to tell her differently?
She pivoted back on her heel. ”And you are?” She inclined her head and raised her chin, just like Lady Mary did when she questioned some poor, culpable soul.
The man shifted in his saddle like he might slide off the horse, and the animal whinnied and stamped its feet. ”Captain Edward Murdock of St. Kitts, and still you are trespassing on my property.”
Author Danielle Thorne
Danielle Thorne is the author of a dozen books, including five-star classic romance and adventure in several genres. A graduate of BYU-Idaho, she has edited for both Solstice and Desert Breeze Publishing and participated in writing organizations and contests over the years picking up awards and recognition for her work. When not researching or writing fiction, Danielle freelances as a historical non-fiction author for young adults from her home in Atlanta, Georgia. She loves to hear from romance readers through her website and appreciates feedback and reviews. Her next adventure, The Story of Queen Victoria 200 Years After Her Birth, is coming 2018 with Atlantic Publishing.
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