Voyage of passion...

The sight of Captain Marcus Bond commanding their Bermuda-bound ship, his virile masculine form encased in tight black breeches and his white seaman's shirt open at the throat, sent well-bred young Amy Hawthorne's pulse racing. None of the pale and pompus suitors that her uncle had chosen for her from the ranks of Philadelphia society had affected her this way. But the captain was as arrogant as he was handsome, and Amy - whose rebel sympathies left her with little respect for old King George in England - would take no man's orders. Still, when the rogue's slate-gray eyes lit on her like a flash of silver lightning, Amy wanted nothing more than to sink into his muscular arms and feel the searing heat of his strong embrace...