Page 16 of The Pirate’s Stolen Bride (Cavalier Cove)

Six years had passed since Harriet had first set foot on Rémy’s ship, and in that time, she had come to love the sea as much as her husband did. The salty air, the rocking of the waves, and the endless horizon reminded her of the day she had chosen to forge her own path instead of living by other people’s rules. Not once had she regretted her decision.

Any trepidation she had about marrying Rémy, a smuggler with a piratical grin and a swashbuckling approach to life, had long since dissipated. He’d become an ever-more-devoted father to three children, but he especially doted on their youngest daughter, Eloise, who was two years old and had her father wrapped around her little finger.