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Get access to the best in romance: Chapter One I opened my bedroom window and inhaled -- deeply, joyfully. That familiar, intoxicating odor: The sickly-sweet smell of guava and roses hung in the air like ether, just as I'd remembered it. Who would have thought I'd be so glad to return to the place my father and his navy comrades called "Hell in the South Atlantic"?

It was the autumn of I'd shocked my parents by not misbehaving once since my return to St. Perhaps they believed the knuckle-rapping, head-thumping headmistress of Hawthorne had finally knocked some sense into their younger daughter. I began to wonder it myself. Had I lost my sense of adventure?

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Would I go soft and ladylike and marry some vain, boot-polished officer of the Fifty-fourth Regiment or His Majesty's Navy -- as my sister Jane hoped to do? Just then two booms of the cannon from the port at Jamestown -- the signal for a ship's arrival -- broke the stillness. And I knew I remained the Betsy Balcombe of yore. But never, never willing to settle for a life that's "Tedious-as-Hell in the South Atlantic"!

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I threw on my bed jacket and grabbed hold of my ladder -- the vine that had, over the years, crept bravely up the red brick walls of the Briars and to the very edge of my windowsill. It was many a night that the vine had been my ladder to adventure. Thank heaven Toby hadn't trimmed it back during my long absence! I slipped a little as I climbed out the window, and Jane woke with a start.

She gave a quiet, girlish scream.

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I looked over at her, and she was sitting up in her white lacy canopy bed, the covers pulled tight under her chin. I had one leg out the window. My sister glared at me, stern as the headmistress of Hawthorne. Jane was sixteen -- two years older than I; old enough to keep secrets. If you don't, you'll make your eyes all puffy and you'll turn ugly so none of the young officers will want to marry you.

I was already out the window and halfway down the vine. Jane would never think of spoiling her pretty hands by attempting to climb down after me. I jumped the last few feet to the ground. Then I peered around the corner of the Briars to see who was about. Most of our slaves had already returned to their cabins for the night.


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Most of the soldiers had turned in too, though there seemed to be a few more sentries on watch than usual. I rounded the corner of the Briars and dashed to the moon-shaded side of the Pavilion veranda. Suddenly, I heard footsteps in the dank leaves nearby. I froze, listening, trying to quiet my winded breathing so it wouldn't betray me. I'd forgotten the old man liked to stroll by night in the gardens he tended by day. He liked to drink a bit of the island rum too.

Not enough to get drunk, though. I breathed a sigh of relief. I knew he'd be smiling broadly at me with those remarkably white teeth I used to think were a string of pearls from the seas off his native Haiti. But I knew I was his favorite -- even more than the boys. After a moment he whispered hoarsely: Then he sighed and whispered seriously: You can visit her at JessicaLawsonBooks. Check out the options available through Archway Publishing. See great eBook deals. Get book club recommendations, access to more 1, reading group guides, author updates, and more!

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And just maybe it will make that lump go away. As he makes his way to Augusta, Ben partners up with a mysterious runaway named Noni, and they embark on a journey full of strange and wonderful surprises—and possibly magic—at every turn. Your Cart items Cart total. Buy from another retailer.

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