Enemies by nature—Esmeralda Crobbin, aka the pirate Irish Red, and Captain, Lord Brandon Gilroy have met before.

He blinked rapidly. She fished in a pocket for her handkerchief. Damp as it was, it would clear his vision. She used the kerchief to wipe water from his eyes and face. She bent to place the cloth in her pocket, and when she returned her gaze to his, he glared at her. A very familiar glare. A glare that had haunted her for the past three years. Now I know fate is laughing at me. Before her lay the one man who hated her most in the world. The storm had placed him exactly where she would to trip over him then feel compelled to help him before she had any clue as to his identity.

*This story was written and published as part of the Bluestocking Belles’ Storm & Shelter collection and  before The Pirate Duchess was published. However, it was the process of writing this novella that inspired The Pirate Duchess. Thus, to tell that story completely, I incorporated most of Wait for Me into the larger novel.