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- Herausgeber: Velvet Ink Press
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
When the ruthless pirate queen Alira Vane captures a royal ship off the coast of Hispaniola, she expects gold—not a dangerously charming nobleman with secrets buried deeper than the sea.
Lord Lucien Dorne isn’t just a captive—he’s a former spymaster on the run, carrying a chest that could dismantle the British naval elite. But unlocking its secrets could cost both their lives. Alira doesn’t trust him. She shouldn’t. Yet every clash of wills ignites something neither of them can control—desire, danger, and the first flickers of trust.
As storms close in and betrayal simmers within her own crew, Alira must decide what kind of queen she wants to be: the kind who survives... or the kind who risks everything for something real. And Lucien? He’s already thrown away his title, his home, and his future.
Now he’ll risk his heart.
Their worlds were never meant to collide. But when love sets sail amidst fire and steel, the real treasure may lie in surrendering to the one person you can’t control.
Will Alira let down her guard before the past catches up with them both?
Or will the sea claim everything—except the truth they’ve only just begun to find?
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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Isolde Ravencourt
Copyright © 2025 by Isolde Ravencourt
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Table of Contents
Captured by the Corsair
Description
Chapter 1: The Hunt Begins
Chapter 2: The Offer
Chapter 3: Storm and Steel
Chapter 4: Secrets in the Salt Wind
Chapter 5: Blood and Betrayal
Chapter 6: The Pirate Queen’s Guard Falls
Chapter 7: Storm-Slicked Surrender
Chapter 8: The Ghost Fleet
Chapter 9: Mutiny in the Mist
Chapter 10: Fire on the Horizon
Chapter 11: The Queen’s New Course
Epilogue: One Year Later
Captured by the Corsair
Description
When the ruthless pirate queen Alira Vane captures a royal ship off the coast of Hispaniola, she expects gold—not a dangerously charming nobleman with secrets buried deeper than the sea.
Lord Lucien Dorne isn’t just a captive—he’s a former spymaster on the run, carrying a chest that could dismantle the British naval elite. But unlocking its secrets could cost both their lives. Alira doesn’t trust him. She shouldn’t. Yet every clash of wills ignites something neither of them can control—desire, danger, and the first flickers of trust.
As storms close in and betrayal simmers within her own crew, Alira must decide what kind of queen she wants to be: the kind who survives... or the kind who risks everything for something real. And Lucien? He’s already thrown away his title, his home, and his future.
Now he’ll risk his heart.
Their worlds were never meant to collide. But when love sets sail amidst fire and steel, the real treasure may lie in surrendering to the one person you can’t control.
Will Alira let down her guard before the past catches up with them both?
Or will the sea claim everything—except the truth they’ve only just begun to find?
Chapter 1: The Hunt Begins
Alira Vane
The scent of salt and gunpowder was always a promise.
Alira Vane stood at the prow of the Sea Viper, one boot braced on the rail, the wind teasing her dark braid like a flag of war. Ahead, a royal merchant ship cut a sluggish path across the turquoise expanse, sails full with trade winds and—if fortune favored her instincts—holds full of gold.
Behind her, the crew stirred with familiar bloodlust. Ropes creaked. Blades sang in their sheaths. The Viper moved like a predator, silent until the kill.
“He’s loaded,” growled Rourke, her first mate. “Merchant crest. Polished brass. No escort. Poor bastard.”
Alira arched a brow. “Poor bastard? Rourke, that’s no merchant. That’s a decoy.”
The older pirate squinted at the distant ship. “Still smells like money.”
“Or bait.”
Either way, she wasn’t sailing away.
She turned, cloak snapping in the wind. “Run the signal. Black sail only. No colors yet. Let’s see what our lamb does when he spots the wolf.”
A chorus of “Aye, Captain!” answered her.
The black sail climbed the mast, and as if on cue, the merchant vessel faltered. Its sails slackened, then caught again—deliberate hesitation. Not panic. Not confusion.
Calculated.
Her pulse quickened. She loved this part—the moment the hunted realized they were not, in fact, the hunter.
“They see us,” Rourke muttered.
“Let them.”
The Sea Viper carved closer, her hull slicing through the waves, faster now. No warning shots. No bluff. Alira didn’t deal in threats.
At twenty yards, she drew her pistol and sword in one fluid motion.
“Prepare to board!”
***
Lord Lucien Dorne had seen pirates before. Loud, unruly men with grease-streaked cheeks and rotted teeth, swinging ropes like children playing war.
This one... was not that.
He stood calmly at the rail of his “merchant” ship, arms folded, as Alira Vane swung aboard in a blur of leather, steel, and fury. Her boot landed with a solid thud on the polished deck, coat flaring like black fire.
She looked directly at him. Not at the armed guards flanking him. Not at the officers frozen in alarm.
Just him.
Lucien offered a lazy bow. “Captain Vane, I presume?”
Her eyes narrowed. “You know my name.”
“I make it my business to know the names of beautiful women who threaten my cargo.”
“You think flirting will spare your neck?”
“Not my neck I’m worried about. You’re far more likely to shoot me in the—”
“Finish that sentence and I’ll test the theory.”
He shut his mouth. But not without a grin.
She stepped closer, ignoring the guards now trembling under her crew’s blades. “You surrendered fast.”
“No point pretending I can outrun the Sea Viper.”
“Smart. But you didn’t lower your colors.”
“No.”
“And you didn’t dump your cargo.”
“No.”
She tilted her head. “So either you’re the cockiest noble in the West Indies… or you want me to take you.”
“I’m flattered. And guilty as charged.”
That earned a twitch at the corner of her mouth. Not quite a smile. But not nothing.
He reached into his coat slowly—hands raised, eyes never leaving hers—and pulled out a small black key.
“This is for a chest. Onboard. I suggest we discuss it somewhere more private.”
“Oh, you’d like that.”
“I would. But not for the reasons you’re thinking.”
Her gaze sharpened. “And what reasons are those?”
“If I told you now, I’d be dead before dinner.”
***
Back on the Sea Viper, Lucien was led below deck in manacles, though he wore them like an accessory. His cabin—if one could call it that—was stark, save for a cot bolted to the wall and a single porthole. Water sloshed just inches away.
Claustrophobic. Damp. Perfect.
He examined the room like a scholar assessing a test. “Charming accommodations.”
“Don’t get used to them,” Alira said, entering with the chest he’d insisted on retrieving. Her boots thudded on the wooden floor, setting the iron box between them with a solid thunk.
“No traps,” he noted. “You carried it yourself.”
“I’m not a fool.”
“Didn’t say you were.”
She leaned against the door. “You’re a nobleman.”
He gave a slight nod.
