Spanish Pirate A BWWM International Legacies Romance Camilla Stevens Copyright © 2020 by Camilla Stevens All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. 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
