Spanish Pirate
A BWWM International Legacies Romance
Camilla Stevens
Copyright © 2020 by Camilla Stevens
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Also by Camilla Stevens
WRIGHT BROTHERS SERIES
Mr. Wright & Mr. Wrong
Mr. & Mrs. Wright
So Wrong
STAND ALONE
One Night
Sweet Seduction
EX-CLUB ROMANCE SERIES
Archer: Ex-Bachelor
TEXAS HEAT ROMANCE SERIES
Home Run
High Stakes
Hard Sell
INTERNATIONAL LEGACIES ROMANCE
The Italian Heir
The French Thief
The Nordic Lightning
Her Icelandic Protector
Her Russian Defender
The Luxembourg Betrayal
The Monte Carlo Shark
DESCRIPTION
A hidden treasure …
And now she’s MINE.
ENRIQUE MARÍN
Cocky. Daring. Clever.
And completely driven by vengeance.
He was born in to a world of wealth.
Now, he makes a living stealing from that world.
He’s a modern day pirate…but the only treasure he seeks is revenge.
I’m in hiding from my father’s enemies on a convent island off the coast of Spain.
Until the day I discover the Pirate’s secret.
To protect what’s his he kidnaps me from the convent.
To protect what’s mine I claim be a nun committed to a vow of silence.
But…
He has ways of making me talk.
He has ways of making me cry out with pleasure.
And when all is said and done…
He has ways of making me HIS.
This is a BWWM Stand Alone Romance in the International Legacies Romance series.
WARNING: Due to adult situations this book is for 18+ only. There are religious themes that some readers may find offensive.
Contents
Author’s Note
Prologue
Part I
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Part II
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Epilogue
Author’s Note
Also by Camilla Stevens
Author’s Note
This book, as with all of the International Legacies Romance books that will follow, is a romance, not just between the two characters but also between me and the places I’ve personally been and loved. An ode of sorts to countries/cities I’ve visited.
Thus, I’d just like to offer the following caveats and explanations:
Language and Writing Style
Since most of these books take place in countries around the world, in order to have some semblance of authenticity, I had to have some way to include the local language (in this case Spanish) without a) writing it in Spanish and translating for the reader (ugh!) or b) including “he/she/they said in Spanish” after every bit of dialogue.
As such, I’ve distinguished anything that isn’t said in English by putting it in italics. I realize that some readers may find this annoying, and I apologize, but I’d rather have you annoyed than confused, or worse, assuming everyone speaks English with one another.
That said…welcome to Spain! I hope you enjoy it as much as I personally did and one day have the chance to visit yourself.
Spain
My descriptions of all locations are taken from personal experience and interviewing (or interrogating) others, as well as individual research. As with most of the International Legacies Romance, bits and pieces of this are biographical, which means there will be things in here that differ from your experiences in these locales. Trust me, it happened! That said, although I’ve done my best to obtain the most up-to-date information, do your research before deciding you’d like to visit. I don’t take artistic liberties with things that can easily be figured out via a simple Google search or asking others—only when it comes to romance. :)
The Little Mermaid
You’ll see early on that this book draws quite a bit from The Little Mermaid (the character names, themes, etc.), which is one of my favorite fairytales This book is not Fantasy or Paranormal—no spells or curses or magic, just fun. With that frame of mind, enjoy!
Prologue Santa María de Atlántica Convento
TWENTY YEARS AGO
“This is the only place I could think of where he wouldn’t find us.”
“You can stay here as long as you need to, Daniela. Mother Agnes has assured me it’s not a problem.”
I chase after a bird while Mommy and the woman talk in low voices and whispers. They’re speaking in Spanish. Daddy always gets mad when she speaks it around him. I spend enough time with her while he is gone on BUSINESS, though, and that’s when she sings to me in Spanish and translates all the stories at bedtime. Those are my favorite times. They happen enough for me to know what she’s saying to the woman next to her.
Mommy told me that this woman was her cousin, even though she called her “Sister Clara” when I first met her. I don’t have any sisters or brothers, but even I know sisters can’t be cousins. At least I don’t think so.
“I’m going to go back to America. I’ll try to find evidence or at least someone who can help me.”
“Daniela, you can’t!”
“I have to try. As long as he doesn’t know his son is here, perhaps….”
“Don’t. You know what Richard is like. Look at what he’s already done. And now? If he really did kill that man, Eric is in danger. You’re both in danger.”
“Not if I leave him here with you. Richard won’t do anything to me so long as he doesn’t know where his son is. Eric will be safe here.”
The bird flies off and suddenly I’m bored again. This island is boring. All except for the big building that I thought was a castle at first. It turned out to be a convento, or at least I think that’s what Sister Clara called it. That’s a Spanish word I don’t know. But the building is boring too since there are no knights or dragons like in the stories Mommy reads to me. There aren’t even any other kids to play with, just boring women in strange outfits who shush me all the time.
At least they don’t yell at me or hit me like
