Enjoy two great pirate romances in one book!

Pirate's Hellion
Isabella Graham’s father bet her in a card game and lost her to the pirate, Snake. Her father doesn’t want to give up his daughter to the pirate so he double-crosses him by leaving town and not turning Isabella over to him. For two years, Captain Dantel ‘Snake’ Le Serpente has been looking for his prize. He has a small score to settle with the man who cheated him out of his winnings and when he discovers their location, he abducts her from her home. One look at Isabella and his vengeance soon turns to hot passion. Now that Snake has his little hellion, all bets are on as to who will come out the winner.

Raided Pleasures
Reaper, captain of The Ravisher, a pirate who has spent a very long time at getting back at the man who ruined his life, has finally found the tool he needs. Tabetha Kimberlin. She is the key to everything he needs to get his life back, only he didn’t expect her to be his heart or count on falling in love with her. He didn’t think that there would be more to his life than getting even, or a purpose beyond revenge.

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Release Date: June 9, 2020
Genre: Historical Romance

~ A RED SATIN ROMANCE ~

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Excerpt

Raided Pleasures

 

 

He watched the Maria Clair sail in the night on still waters with no moon to help guide them. It was just the way Reaper liked it. The crew on The Ravisher was still as the night, not one member made a sound as the ship silently glided up close enough to the location for their planned raid.

Like a maiden waiting to be plucked on her wedding night, so was their target, a ship, he assumed, filled with slaves and other goods. He needed this ship, needed what was on board to pay off his debt to the second captain aboard and the debt that still lingered over his head. His father left him with so little and yet so much at the same time. Stakes of I.O.U’s, people walking into his home and taking personal possessions as payment.

When he walked away from his childhood home, it was one of the worst days of his life. The only thing left to him was his ship, and that became his home. It was a shame when an honest man had to take up pirating to make a living and, even worse, when you discover that the one man who ruined your life, or made sure you would be ruined, was now happy and about to become very rich.

Gomda Sadovnik, now a Governor, happened to be just like him—a working man, but somewhere, sometime, as Reaper happened to be gone off to school, his father formed a liaison with Gomda. That son of a bitch took every nickel his father had, though even that wasn’t enough. He didn’t just want the money he wanted to ruin the family name and leave not even a speck of dirt for Reaper or his father. He would’ve gotten his wish, if Reaper hadn’t come home and quickly paid off every bill the bastard had created with his father. Now Reaper had his name still, a ship, and vengeance on his shoulders to pay back the man who, for whatever reason, just about ruined him.

And with great pleasure, Reaper took every ship Sadovnik owned, took the goods, burned the ships and made a nice living off of the man. This ship wasn’t going to be any different from the others, yet his gut told him that something was different.

“Now, Lee!” Reaper hissed.

Cannons went off, fired skyward, the black pirate flag of The Ravisher went up, and men tossed lines over to the other ship. He stood and watched as his men took over the Maria Clair and pulled her to a dead stop. Not one cannon or gunfire was let loose. It almost seemed like they were either dead in the sea or it was a set up. A plank was shoved between the two ships for the crew to board. Reaper followed his crew, looking around, expecting the fight to start any second.

“Lee, talk to me!” Reaper demanded as he walked around the deck of the Maria Clair.

“You gonna be happy this time.” Lee smiled. “Slave ship with passengers and they’re mostly all dead in the sea. Men down below repairing the rudder.”

“How many passengers left alive?” Reaper stopped his walking.

“Get your hands off of me!” a woman yelled.

“One,” Lee answered, extending his hand toward the lady that was being carried by one of the crew, kicking and struggling, on deck.

One of Reaper’s dark eyebrows went up as the lady in a long, dark blue gown with jewels around her neck, wrists and ears came into view. It was strange that a lady would be on the ship, since it was carrying slaves.

“Well, well, well.” Reaper ambled up to the lady and slowly strolled around her, taking in his fill of her body. “What do we have here? A lady, on a slave ship.”

“This is not a slave ship,” she huffed.

“Really?” Reaper stopped in front of her and looked down. He was so close that she had to crane her neck to look up at him. “Transport, maybe?” He snapped his fingers and one of his men placed a book into his hands.

The lady glared up at him and shrugged off the hands holding her arms. She was young, maybe nineteen. She also barely came to the middle of his chest. Short, five feet at the most. Thick, wheat-colored tresses piled up on her head by jeweled pins that his men, at the moment, were pulling from her hair. They were also taking the ones from her wrists but stopped from touching her further when he gave them a dirty look. Just one quick glance and they all backed away from her, but not far enough that if she decided to run, she could get away.

She had big sea green eyes, narrow cheekbones, sensuous lips, and very delicate bone structure. But she also held herself in a manner that told him she wouldn’t give up without a fight. A fight he was suddenly finding very interesting to test. Was she a fire cat in bed? He sure as hell hoped so because he was dying to find out just how far he could push her.

Reaper quickly read aloud from the ship’s logbook. “Sixty slave women, twenty men, and one lady. ” He raised his eyes over the book and wryly said, “I take it you’re the lady.” He went back to reading, turning his back to her. “Men that have been convicted of stealing food, women sentenced to a life of whoring.” He snapped the book closed and tossed it to one of his men before turning back to her. “That’s not very nice. What is your name?”

“I have nothing to do with the laws,” she said, ignoring his question. She crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at him, one very stubborn chin going up.

Another girl was brought out, screaming or more like wailing, as well as three large trunks. Reaper looked at the girl, who quickly quieted, then back to the lady. “A lady who travels with a maid. Should I be impressed?”

“Three, Captain.” Four more men came up with two more maids crying in fright. “They be hiding.”

“Three.” Reaper raised one eyebrow up at her. “Now I’m curious and impressed.”

 

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