Bahamas, 1718
Captain James “Prince” Barrow is tired of being a pirate and wants to settle down. As a noble, he never envisioned the life of an outlaw as his own and wants to appease his treasure-hungry crew before they mutiny him due to their lack of patience. Luckily, James has two clues that will lead him to treasure his fellow pirate captain buried on his behalf. In order to attain the third one, James must attend a fancy ball he is sure to be recognized at.
He needs a companion - one who will help him blend in with high society.
Bahamas, 2020
As a New York executive, vacation is not in Samantha Gilbert’s vocabulary. Not that her best friend cares. Samantha is dragged to Nassau, Bahamas to help her friend get over a nasty breakup and visits a pirate museum. The tour guide shares a tragic tale of a pirate who died before finding his long-lost treasure. He insists on Samantha trying on a jade necklace from that very treasure. Once the cool metal touches her skin, Samantha falls back through time - straight into the arms of the pirate himself.
The two strike a bargain: if she helps him find the third clue, he’ll allow her to put on the jade necklace from the treasure and get her back to the twenty-first century.
With the English hot on their trail and death a near certainty, both are forced to work together not only to uphold their bargain, but to survive. And with time running out, both could very well lose the thing they desire most: each other.
Fans of Pirates of the Caribbean and Outlander are devouring this new historical time travel romance by Mariah Stone.
Chapter 1.
City of Pirates Museum, Jade Island, The Bahamas, August 2019
Samantha
“He’s so handsome.” I nudge my best friend, Lisa, in the ribs. “And yet he couldn’t find a date for the ball.”
“James ‘Prince’ Barrow, 1690–1720,” reads the sign below the portrait of a pirate who looks like Prince Charming.
“Who wouldn’t go to a ball with him, Samantha?” Lisa says. “No man can look this dreamy.”
Forgetting the tour guide watching us, I roll my eyes. “I wouldn’t.”
James Barrow reminds me of Lisa’s ex, with his pretty face and his nose held high. The conceited, arrogant, pleased-with-himself type who thinks the world belongs to him.
James Barrow’s golden hair falls in soft curls to his shoulders. What color are his eyes? Blue? No, they’re a bit unusual. Violet? I thought the only people with violet eyes were heroines in romance novels. It must be the artist’s touch or the aging paint. Thick golden brows arch over his eyes. Today, he could be a Hollywood star or a pop singer who teenage girls secretly cry over.
Not a pirate.
“The other guy is my type,” I say, pointing at the portrait hanging next to this one. Cole the Black.
He’s handsome, too, but in a more brutal way. His hair long and dark, his eyes almost black under his low eyebrows—everything about him screams danger. The type of man with whom I have an understanding: no commitments, just one night of no-holds-barred, pantie-melting sex.
Between the portraits hang two identical golden necklaces with jade-stone pendants, and a note “REPLICAS” under them.
“Well, Cole the Black does look like your type, Samantha,” Lisa says. “He needs someone to love his lost soul, just like you.”
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