Lady Isadora of Longbourn traded silk for dirt, disguising herself as a cabin boy to escape a suffocating betrothal. But the deck of a mercenary's longship is no place for a noblewoman, especially under the piercing gaze of Captain Wallace. He is a man carved from oak and scar tissue, a warrior who commands the waves with ruthless authority. Wallace knows the sea, and he knows when something does not belong. When a storm rips away Isadora's disguise, the truth is laid bare beneath his roughspun tunic. He should turn her in or hold her for ransom. Instead, the sight of her softness against the harsh wooden planks ignites a primal hunger he cannot deny.