Break open another bottle of rum! Today is the official release party of THE SIREN’S SONG.
What, you say? Another release soiree? Why, yes. Carina Press has published the third book in my Romancing the Pirate series. And if you missed out on the last shindig, here’s your chance to boogie down with me. Besides, is there such a thing as too much partying?
True to my pirate wenching nature, I’ve got booty to share. 😉
- Read an excerpt here.
- Get in touch with your Inner Pirate. Find out what kind of pirate you are!
- Name your pirate ship.
- Learn to talk like a Regency Pirate.
- Got a pirate question? Ask me!
- Leave a comment for a chance to plunder a copy of THE SIREN’S SONG or a skull and crossbones necklace. (Don’t wear necklaces? Hang it from your rear view mirror!)
Pirate captain Thayer Drake lures ships onto reefs for plunder, and business is lucrative. Yet, saving a lass from drowning after her ship wrecks becomes more than he bargained for when the crazy wench dives back into the raging sea for her blasted purse.
Tavern songstress Gilly McCoy, penniless and fleeing from the man who murdered her lover, stowed away on the doomed ship. Now at Drake’s mercy, Gilly must earn her passage by performing for the captain. And that is not all: she must also kiss the captain at every ring of the ship’s bell. But she discovers kissing the handsome rogue is not entirely a bad bargain…
Drake is intrigued by the beauty, but there is no room in his black heart for a woman. He has demons that he drinks nightly to forget. Meanwhile, Gilly has her own secrets to keep–including why her purse is more valuable to her than her life…
One of my favorite scenes from the book:
“Sometimes, you must circle your quarry.” He stalked around her, shedding his jacket as he came up behind her and whispered in her ear. “Tease her with the skirmish to come.” Her floral scent wrapped tendrils of desire around his every nerve. He shrugged out of his bandolier and tossed it into a chair. “Don’t raise your flag too soon.” He swept her golden locks aside and kissed the milky white column of her neck. “Leverage is when she doesn’t know what move to expect.”
“What would you do next, Captain?” she whispered. She bit her full puckered bottom lip like a coy and naughty child. But she wasn’t a child. She was a full, blossomed woman. The coy and naughty part was debatable.
“I’d brand her as my own.” Drake stared deep into her eyes before placing a chaste kiss to her luscious lips. Pulling back only a breath, he continued. “But, then, I branded her during my first pass around her bow.”
“Does she surrender?” Gilly whispered against his lips.
“Perhaps she would seek to even the advantage.” She rubbed her hands over his shoulders and gently tugged on his sleeves.
“Having me naked does not give you an advantage.”
“What? No more innuendos?” she asked playfully.
“There is less negotiating when the battle begins. And the battle has begun, love.”
“Ah. Rum and a new flintlock.” Henri grinned. “Brings a tear to me eye.”
And yet another:
“Remind me to raise my cup to gluttony tonight,” Drake said.
“No need, Thayer. ’Tis what we toast to every night.”
Want to HEAR an excerpt. Click here to listen to a snippet. I get all giggly listening to the narrator’s British accent.