Christophe Jones never asked to be a pirate. Pressed into a crew, and moving up in their ranks in an effort to make his eventual escape was easier to plan than to put in motion. When he finally has a chance to cut ties and return to his former life, he takes it—or tries to. A whirling maelstrom sucks him beneath the waves… Only he doesn't drown. He wakes up three hundred years in the future, captivated by a beautiful woman.
Serena's twenty-eighth birthday cruise isn't going as planned. All but one of her friends cancelled on her and when the one who came along gets sick, she's forced to spend her birthday alone. As an introvert, there's little chance of making the effort to meet new people. When she makes a wish upon a falling star over the Bermuda Triangle, can she open her heart to a handsome stranger whose story doesn't make sense?
Will Christophe return to his time, or is he trapped there? The questions weigh on his thoughts all the while he aches for Serena, whose wish for love summoned him to her through the centuries. Are they truly destined to be together?
Through the Maelstrom sells moderately with good reviews since coming out of Kindle Unlimited to go wide. It is a standalone, so there is no commitment to sequels or a series.
She padded toward the housing portion of the ship, and a crowd rushing past her drew her attention. "It's Jack Sparrow!" someone announced excitedly.
"Nah uhhhhh. He's blond." This was said as though it were sacrilege to put the two in the same sentence. God forbid.
Pausing at the bottom of the short flight of stairs leading to the rooms, Serena peered over her shoulder in the direction of the exclamation right as a small herd of women and children passed by in an excited rush of murmurs.
"But I want a picture with him," a woman snapped. "You already took one."
"Are you a scurvy bilge rat?" a little boy asked, voice full of awe.
"Do you really say things like 'shiver me timbers?'"
A woman mumbled, "I'd shiver his timber."
"Why don't you find your sister, Tommy, and let mommy talk to the nice pirate?"
"Are you a real pirate? Can I hold your sword?"
"Oh, my God, Lisa, look at the rear end on that. He's authentic and sexy. The cruise line really pulled out all the stops on this actor."
Backtracking until she stood at the edge of the crowd, Serena had to see this mystery pirate ramping up hormones and imaginations. It was her birthday, after all. Didn't she deserve a good ogle?
The gaggle of women and curious children had circled around an actor dressed up as, yup, a pirate. Sword, pistol, knee-high worn leather boots, long brown jacket with gold buttons that glimmered under the outdoor lighting. The stubble on his face was not quite a beard, but wasn't too far from it. His blond hair had grown long and looked curled by ocean water and wind. Rings covered most of his fingers, and when he turned his head, a small hoop adorning his ear glimmered in the light.
Oh, you've got to be kidding.
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Translated by Carolina García
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