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NOVEL ONE:

WARLOCK FAMILY NOVELS

BY: R.A KISWANY

22-9-2011

MY PIRATE LADY

ORLANDO WARLOCK AND ESMERALDA DI MARISCO

PROLOGUE

1819, London

“This is just ridiculous! You cannot be serious! Now tell me where is Orlando??” said Mrs. Warlock with an incredulous look on her slightly aged pretty face.

“Mother, It’s not a joke. Orlando left England... Forever if I’m not mistaken... He just doesn’t wish to be titled Duke of Hastings just because father just died...”

replied Orlando’s younger brother Raymond a little bit too sadly.

Mrs. Warlock turned her face away from her son to shed a sad tear then said “ well, is there anything we can do to bring him back? And don’t tell me ‘disowning him’ because that would just be imposturous.”

“I don’t know mother... But Matthew and Ben are searching for him everywhere incase we’re not too late.

I’m joining them for the search party and I hope he hasn’t left London yet.”

CHAPTER 1:

“That was close!!” said Orlando groaning nervously and hiding behind the lanes of London’s docks. He had been trying to get into a ship without being noticed by any of his brothers or their guards. And that was a very close one since his brother Matthew almost caught him there.

“No sign here, m’lord” said one of Benjamin’s guards and retrieved himself to his group away from the lanes where Orlando had been hiding. He waited until he could no longer see any sight of them and since it was pitch black that night no one saw him sneaking out of the lanes and climb the ropes of the first ship he encountered. He just wanted to get away, to leave England but whether forever or not was still to come.

He found himself tumbling down at the railing and rolling on the decks floor until he hit a huge barrel that stopped his rolling instantly.

He heard voices speaking a language he was fond of but not familiar with... Spanish, and since most of the wenches he had been intimate with were Spanish, he could never forget the language or the beauty of such women for that matter.

So this must have been a Spanish trading ship or something like that.

He hid himself in the huge barrel and surprisingly he fit in since he was a very tall man at 6 foot 4 inches and with a lot of muscle everywhere.

Then he sighed remembering what had happened a mere day before...

He had woken up suffering a terrible headache from the drinking he had contributed to the night before with his three brothers and two closest friends who he had known for almost his whole life. Then waking up to the sound of his two younger sisters had him wondering what had happened and as he got out of his room to check if everything was alright his sister Julietta had embraced him tightly and cried mournfully on his chest until it was wet with her tears.

“What is it, Julie sweet heart?” he had asked thinking it was a boy or a messed up ball gown that had her crying that hard since she had just reached marriageable age and was about to start her first season two weeks from then but no... She had said looking wanly at him with a red pair of green eyes and tears scattered on her pretty little face “ Papa... Orlando, papa is dead...”

his shocked expression was beyond limits, he set his crying sister next to his even younger sister, sixteen year old Lilac, and rushed out of the room and into his parents room. He had spent the whole week in Hastings at the family estate with his brothers for the holidays but was to return in less than a week back to his own house in London.

His mother was lying on the bed, with shut eyes and disheveled brown grayish hair on the pillow and with his brother Raymond holding her hand while sitting next to her on the bed, his brother Matthew with scented salts held to her nostrils and his brother Benjamin sitting at his fathers chair with his head in his hands...

He’d never seen his family this sad, never...

Never had he seen his mother blacked out, or Benjamin this devastated, or Matthew about to burst into tears but holding them successfully inside, or Raymond this tired looking and he knew that the death of his father – the mighty Duke George Warlock of Hastings- will change this family forever.

After the funeral that morning, his mother and the family’s lawyer called all six siblings into the tea room.

There they discussed their father's inheritance, and the fact that was so bloody appalling to Orlando...

That he shall be the Duke Of Hastings after his fathers death. One thing Orlando was certain about was that he was the most irresponsible, uncommitted, incorrigible man for this title and at the age of twenty-nine he was still immature and more likely to choose women and alcohol over that title that he had once called boring, tedious and the least bit amusing...

He could bed as many women as he liked, and box as many men as he liked but the only thing that he was absolutely certain he couldn’t do was becoming a bloody DUKE...

So there was nothing he could do but run away which he thought was sissy-like but still better than being stuck with a title he never wanted in the first place. So for now he’d escape then after things have settled down and one of his brothers or many cousins is titled Duke Of Hastings he’d return back home or at least that’s what he thought before falling into deep sleep from exhaustion in the cold, large, dark barrel...