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  The garden was exquisite, with colorful lanterns illuminating the intricate footpaths. A slight breeze carried the heady scent of jasmine to Fury’s nostrils. She began to relax, savoring the feel of the air and the touch of the handsome man walking by her side.

  Be bold and brash, Fury decided. She bent down to pick up her skirts only to realize there was no excess silk to hike above her ankles. She gave a light tug at the clinging wrapped silk—and immediately toppled over to land flat on her face in the grass.

  Luis was grinning from ear to ear as he reached down to help her up. “I guess I have to thank you for wearing that scandalous dress, for if it weren’t for the dress, I wouldn’t be about to . . .”

  His lips were so close that Fury could feel his warm breath on her cheek. She closed her eyes in anticipation of the kiss she knew was coming.

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  Return to Sender

  Mr. and Miss Anonymous

  Up Close and Personal

  Fool Me Once

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  Plain Jane

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  Gotcha!

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  Cross Roads

  Game Over

  Deadly Deals

  Vanishing Act

  Razor Sharp

  Under the Radar

  Final Justice

  Collateral Damage

  Fast Track

  Hokus Pokus

  Hide and Seek

  Free Fall

  Lethal Justice

  Sweet Revenge

  The Jury

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  Payback

  Weekend Warriors

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  CAPTIVE SECRETS

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  Table of Contents

  Books by Fern Michaels:

  Title Page

  Dedication

  Author’s Note

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Epilogue

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  For Chelly Kitzmiller, Dorsey Adams, and Jill Landis

  Author’s Note

  There are many species of hawks to be studied. For this novel I chose the goshawk because I fell in love with the winged creature’s capabilities. I was astounded to find that a hawk, if hand-raised, could become a loyal pet capable of deep affection, anger, and jealousy. They’re also generous, offering tidbits of their food to those they like. They love to tease and provoke for a gentle caress. They adore sparkly stones and bright colors. Often they “borrow” items and return them days later. Their prowess in the air is nothing short of incredible. They can fly a mile high in the air and rocket downward almost as fast as a speeding bullet and can literally stop in midair, work the wind, and continue downward or onward. They’re loyal to their owner, mate, and young, and will kill any attacker with their talons, their only weapon, if they feel threatened. They’re also known for their long-distance flying, sometimes six to eight hours at a time and often through the entire night.

  I ask your indulgence and to believe, as I do, that there really could have been a Gaspar and Pilar in 1665.

  F.M.

  Prologue

  Java, 1665

  The old salt smacked his lips over toothless gums, relishing the moment the stranger standing before him would hand over the jug of rum.

  The stranger was tall, muscular, with the torso of a tree trunk, arms full of hard muscle that rippled beneath the fine lawn shirt he wore open to his belt buckle. He was bronzed by the sun, a seaman by the look of him. The old man narrowed his eyes, trying to see around the cataracts that filmed them. Handsome, he thought. Hair as black as a raven’s wing and eyes the color of . . . He searched for a word from his past to describe the stranger’s eyes. Coal-black, like pitch. He’d never seen such black eyes before, and these held something else he’d never seen: contempt. Oh, he’d seen his share of emotions over his eighty-six years, but always love, hate, anger, or vengeance. He blinked his bleary eyes for a better look, but the film blotted out the fine details of the man’s features.

  “I would hear your tale, old man, and for the pleasure of your company the jug is yours.” The stranger spoke quietly, his voice deep and . . . educated, the old man decided.

  “And what name do you go by?” he asked, eyeing the jug greedily.

  “Is it important?” the man asked blandly.

  “A man needs a name when he drinks with another man. Every mother gives her babe a name. Mine is Jacobus.”

  The stranger debated a second before replying. The old lush would finish off his jug and not remember a thing. Lies always come back to slap one in the face.

  “Luis Domingo,” he said at last, and smiled—a flash of white teeth in the hazy lamplight that reminded Jacobus of a shark at feeding time.

  Luis Domingo . . . The old man rolled the strange-sounding name over his toothless gums and thick tongue. He’d never heard it before, but then, his memory wasn’t what it used to be. “You smell of the sea. I like that. Sit down and I’ll begin my tale if you’ll pass that jug along.” When the stranger slid the bottle across the table, Jacobus snatched it and brought it to his lips. After a hearty pull, he wiped his mouth with the palm of his hand and sat back with a contented sigh.

  “She had the face of an angel, the Sea Siren did. She was so
beautiful, even her enemies fell about her feet. Her heart was pure, and she always spared the unfortunate souls who sought to attack her. Mind you, she fought fair. Oftentimes she would switch from a cutlass to a rapier without a misstep. Razor-sharp they were. Shiny like a hawk’s eye and just as deadly. I seen her myself, hundreds of times, as she danced across that black ship like the sea sprite she was.” He paused to take several long swallows of the fiery liquid in the jug, then picked up on his words immediately.

  “There wasn’t a man at sea that didn’t hunger for the Sea Siren. Her eyes saw everything at a glance. Like emeralds they were. Her hair was black as yours, and it rode her head like a raven’s wings. Her skin was like cream in a crock. She carried a wicked scar on her arm that men would have died from, but not the Sea Siren. There wasn’t a man that could best her in a duel. Not a single man.”

  Jacobus’s voice became dreamlike as his memories took him back in time. “The black ship she sailed was like a ghost. One minute it was there and the next minute it would disappear. Into nothing. She had this laugh that carried across the water. Made many a man’s blood run cold,” he said in awe.

  “They could never catch her, and hundreds tried. She ruined the man who was the head of the Dutch East India Company. Sank his ships because his men raped and killed her sister. She swore revenge on the bastards and killed every single one of them—fair and square.

  “The Dutch East India Company put a price on her head, and handsome it was, but to naught.”

  “You make her sound like a saint in a costume,” Domingo said coldly. “She was a pirate and she pillaged and plundered ships, so how can you say she—”

  “If you know all about her, then why are you asking me to tell you what I know?” Jacobus said, bristling at the stranger’s words. “I seen her hundreds of times. Once she smiled at me, and it was like the Madonna herself gazing on me. She never hurt those who didn’t deserve to be hurt. She never kept a thing from the ships she boarded but let her crew have it. Rights of salvage.”

  The old man swigged again from the bottle, and then continued, his words slurring slightly. “I think she came down from heaven. That’s my own opinion, because she . . . she would just disappear in a cloud of fog. You could hear her laugh ringing across the water when she was victorious. My hair stood on end. Such strength she had, it wasn’t human, I can tell you that. I seen her the day she dueled with Blackheart. He was twice her size and twice her weight, and she cut him down. ’Course he was maimed from his first encounter with her, so he wasn’t starting even with her. That blade danced in the sun, I can tell you that. Blood rivered the decks of that frigate.” Jacobus lowered his voice to a hushed whisper. “That black ship was . . . magic. She sailed high on the water with a speed I’ve never seen. Never!” The old man sat back once more and gulped from the bottle.

  Domingo leaned forward on his chair, his dark eyes piercing the old man like twin daggers. “Do you expect me to believe this garbage that a woman, even a beautiful woman sailing a black ship, is something mythical?”

  The anger in his voice jolted Jacobus, who looked up groggily. “Real or magic, I don’t know. I told you what I seen,” he said fearfully, suddenly aware that the stranger’s eyes were angry and calculating. All sign of contempt was gone.

  “Where is this infamous black ship now, and where is the Sea Siren?” Domingo asked harshly.

  The fine hairs on the back of Jacobus’s neck prickled. He’d said too much. He had to hold his tongue now and not give away the fact that he’d been a member of the Sea Siren’s crew. The rum jug beckoned, but he set it on the table. If this stranger had a mind to, he could rip out his tongue and . . . “Only God knows,” he blustered.

  Domingo laughed, a chilling sound in the sudden hush that had descended over the tavern. “Does this Sea Siren’s god allow her to kill and maim and . . . disappear into thin air? A fine story from a drunken sot.”

  Jacobus did his best to meet Domingo’s dark gaze. “It’s not a story, it’s true. There is a Sea Siren, and there is a black ship. I don’t know where they are. No one has seen either for over twenty years.”

  Domingo’s eyes turned to slits as he leaned across the table. “Is she dead, old man? Is the Sea Siren and that black ship at the bottom of the sea? Tell me the truth, or I’ll wring that stringy neck of yours. Or is this a fairy tale?”

  Jacobus shook the man’s hands off his shoulders. “It’s no fairy tale. Go to the offices of the Dutch East India Company and see for yourself. A wanted poster has been hanging there for twenty-five years. And when the Sea Siren is needed, her ship will sail again. You mark my words.”

  Domingo stomped from the room, the laughter of the tavern’s patrons ringing in his ears. Were they laughing at him? Was it all a trick of the old sot’s? Tomorrow at first light he’d go to the Dutch East India offices and see for himself. This was the closest he’d come to actual proof that the legendary Sea Siren really existed and wasn’t a figment of his father’s imagination. The Sea Siren and the deadly black ship she’d captained had ruined his father.

  Domingo’s head reared back as he bellowed into the night. “If you’re alive, I’ll kill you for what you did to my father! No quarter given!”

  Chapter One

  Cadiz, Spain, 1665

  Furana van der Rhys fingered the costly material of her ball gown, a gown of her mother’s choosing, with deep sadness. She would wear it this once, and then it would be packed away with all her other worldly possessions. The sadness in her indigo eyes deepened as she gazed around her bedroom. For many years she’d slept in this room, cried in this room, fought and played with her brothers in this same room . . . and always at the end of the day she prayed.

  For days now she’d kept herself busy packing up her things in huge brass-bound trunks that would be carried to the attic when she left this house, this room, for the last time. There was very little left now to prove she’d inhabited it all these years, save her comb and brush and the jewelry she would wear for her birthday ball. When the clock struck midnight she’d be twenty-one years old. Parents and old friends would toast her and say good-bye. Only then would she smile.

  At noon the next day she would leave for the convent, where she would lead a cloistered life until her death. It was the only thing she’d ever wanted. For years her parents had denied her entrance into the convent, saying she was too young and didn’t know her mind. Finally they’d agreed that she could follow her vocation when she was twenty-one and of age. Just a few more hours. . . .

  Fury, as her parents called her, walked away from the elaborate ball gown to stare out at the bright sunshine she loved. She’d been so happy here, growing up with teasing, boisterous brothers, climbing trees, sliding down trellises, and chasing after her siblings as they played game after game.

  Doubts assailed her, and immediately she started to finger her rosary. She was doing the right thing, the right thing for her. Only once had she questioned her vocation—when her four brothers were lost at sea aboard the Rana. After their deaths, she was all that was left to her parents; only she could provide grandchildren to carry on the ancient lineage. But the thought of herself with a man—and a child of that union—brought a rush of color to her cheeks. A man, a strange man who would covet her . . . want to make love to her . . . Her lips moved faster, fingers furiously working the beads in her hand.

  A fluffy cloud sailed overhead and dimmed the sun for a moment. Fury blinked to ward off tears. Of course she would miss the sun and the bright blue sky. She would miss a lot of things, at first. But she would adapt to the cloistered life, learn to sleep on a straw pallet, adjust to the perpetual gloom of the convent. The vow of silence would be hardest to accept, but that was years away, not until her novitiate was over. She would be ready then.

  The rosary at an end, Fury pocketed the beads. If she hurried, she could say another in the chapel before lunch, this one for her parents. It was going to be so hard for them when their only remaining child stepped
aboard the ship that would take her back to Java. Will I have the strength to leave, Fury wondered, to say good-bye to those I love with all my heart? She had to trust in God that her leavetaking would be bearable for all of them.

  The chapel was small, intimate, built for her mother by her father, who was not of his wife’s faith. It had been a labor of love, and any who entered to worship thought it a beautiful place, peaceful and holy. Fury herself had from her early years kept fresh flowers on the small altar—mostly jasmine, her mother’s favorite. The rosary found its way to her hand, familiar prayers tumbling from her lips. “I believe in God the Father . . .”

  Sirena van der Rhys crept close to the chapel, her emerald eyes full of unshed tears. She knew Fury would be inside, but she could not bring herself to cross the threshold. Her daughter, the most precious jewel in her crown, would soon be lost to her forever.

  Sirena swallowed past the lump in her throat. Fury was so beautiful. Long-limbed like herself, and with the same tawny skin, but with her father’s indigo eyes and square jaw. She had Sirena’s hair, but Fury’s was thick and curly, cascading down to the small of her back. As a child she had changed her hairstyle seven times a day, delighting in using all manner of jeweled combs and sparkling hairpins. Once she entered the convent, they’d shave her head and make a pillow of her hair.

  Sirena raised her eyes heavenward. “Why?” she whispered. “Why are you doing this to me? You’ve taken everything from me—my parents, my firstborn, Miguel. Wasn’t that enough? Five sons I’ve given up to you, and now you’re taking my only daughter. You’re punishing me, aren’t you? For all those years I sailed the seas to avenge my sister and uncle. I renounced you as my God, and now you’re claiming what is yours. What kind of God are you, that you leave me with nothing? Miracles are for other people, not the likes of the Sea Siren, is that it?”

 

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