The reign of piracy is over in the Caribbean, or so it’s believed, until diamonds are discovered in Brazil. Despite the cover-up, Captain Julius Bertrand begins to hear whispers. The Spanish guardacostas are dumping log books, and a new French pirate is on the prowl. Distracted by an avaricious woman he could never love and the beautiful Kate O’Connell who doesn’t need him, he tries to untangle the web of mysterious cargo someone in the New World wants kept secret. When Bertrand’s pirating past returns with the explosive force of a sweeping broadside, he finds he must sacrifice everything his respectable life has brought him, in order to save what matters most.
She wore a floppy straw hat pulled over her slightly scorched nose. Her head bent over a piece of parchment
upon which she feverishly scratched, and she didn't hear him creep up behind her.
Kate jumped, knocking over a teacup. Its contents streaked across the tabletop. "Captain Bertrand!" she said in surprise and added, "Good morning." She fumbled for a towel. How vibrant she looked with a plain dress tossed unmindfully over her fairness and hair all askew.
Bertrand, fresh in a white embroidered smock and dark trousers tied at the knees, moved around the table to better observe her. "You have all of your limbs after all."
"Did I appear to be missing some?"
"There for a moment yesterday I was not quite sure."
Kate laughed. "There for a moment yesterday I was not quite sure myself."
Bertrand stood uncomfortably, trying not to appear so with hands clasped behind his back. "Your father is well?"
She turned up her head so that he could see her lovely eyes. "He has seen better days. I believe his heart nearly did him in." A little laugh and he felt her uneasiness.
"Or perhaps it was you that nearly did him in." He did not reproach her further but made a serious face. "You are quite impulsive for such a thoughtful creature."
"Creature? Why is it men believe that word to be both synonymous and complimentary to femininity?" She shifted her hat back precariously.
"Do I really need to explain such a thing to you?"
"Unless you find us frightening, mysterious, or unsightly, then yes."
He almost smiled, but chuckled under his breath instead. "You are the heroine of the hour."
"To whom? Every midshipman and cabin boy in the harbor?"
"Well," he teased, "perhaps it has not reached the Governor."
Kate narrowed her gaze at his attempted spar. "I believe I have been the heroine of the hour with the Governor since our lovely ball."
"Humph!" It came as close to a laugh as he'd ever let Kate hear.
"I suppose I owe you an apology as well," she muttered, "although I'm not sure why. I do know poor Mrs. Fox has merit. Is there anyone else I have forgotten?"
She stared in defiance, which he met straight on, unblinking.
"You owe me nothing," he said with sincerity. "You owe regrets to no one."
"I loved this book! Danielle Thorne does an amazing job of capturing the era, creating wonderful characters, and telling a story full of action and suspense. This is a romance, but the relationship of the characters plays out through the story in a subtle way, mostly through Kate's eyes and her enamoration of the mysterious Julius Bertrand, who remains an enigma for a large part of the book. I felt that this was true to his character given his backgroud. There was a lot of tension as the characters both struggled with duty and perception -- again, true to the era..."
"What Thorne does well is bring a rich authenticity to the story which puts the reader right in the scene with the characters. The writing is crisp and the dialogue is as well. The descriptions paint a vivid picture of the setting. Thorne paints island life perfectly from the dangers of a shark attack to day-to-day occurrences...The story is "sweet" in romance and full of adventure. Overall, The Privateer is a swashbuckling tale of the Caribbean full of hope, intrigue, and courage.