Link of the Week – Talk Like A Pirate

September 19, 2017

Ahoy, mates! For the past 22 years, September 19th marks International Talk Like A Pirate Day! Yes, there is such a thing. Read how it all started HERE.

How do you celebrate ITLAPD? Well, you can dress, talk and act like a pirate, of course. Anything from orderin’ around the scurvy landlubbers at work with the business end of yer cutlass to drinkin’ rum at lunch declarin’ it’s a pirate life for you to hangin’ out the driver’s window of yer vehicle hollerin’ “move yer aft end!” You can even change your Facebook language to English Pirate (just go to your settings to easily make the switch). Aye, me hearties, there’s tomfoolery to be had.

Need help with yer buccaneer vernacular? Check out this spot-on, cheeky how-to video in proper pirate jargon.

And to help commemorate such a fine day, below is an excerpt to THE LAIRD’S RECKONING released a few months ago.

Enjoy this sample, ya horn swogglin’ scurvy cur!

1726, Tradale Port, Isle of Skye, Scotland

“They’re coming!”

The panic in Sheena’s eyes matched Birk’s racing heart. Their breaths stirred the dust they had kicked up crouching behind the crates. Shouts carried down the alleys, drawing closer.

Sheena gripped his arms. “Go!” Her pleading command rushed out in a hoarse whisper. “Run, before they catch you.”

“Come with me.” It was a desperate attempt to keep Sheena by his side, a selfish one. But he was no fool. If the magistrate found out she helped him escape, his bonny lass would be imprisoned. He couldn’t protect her if he left her behind.

She shook her head, mahogany tresses slipping free from the knot at her crown. “I canna leave my father and Mallabroch Manor.” Gruff voices neared. Her eyes widened, begged. “Please, Birk. If ye are hanged, I’ll kill myself, I swear I will.”

He believed it. By the heavens, he loved his lass. Loved her more than anything this world had to offer. He’d give his life for her. But never would he allow her to give hers for him. Never. “I canna leave you.” He could hardly swallow, the lump of fear wedged tight in his throat. She was his air, the beat of his heart. He was terrified to be without her. Terrified and angry. Angry for the pain marring her beautiful effervescent smile. He swore whoever set him up, accused him of being a false coiner, would pay and pay dearly.

“Ye must go.” She grabbed his face with both hands. “Ye must. For me.”

The tears cresting in those moss green eyes, the tremble in her bottom lip, tore at his soul. What choice did he have? Sheena would not leave her father, her home. This he knew. Her love and loyalty for her da was fierce. Could he really expect her to leave Ramsay, the laird of Mallabroch, alone, as ill as he was? Would he be able to protect her any better on the lam? No. He had no choice. She was a mighty one. She’d be fine, if only he’d let her go. Let her go and run. Damn it, he never ran from anything. He tucked a wayward lock behind her ear. “For you,” he repeated.

A shaky smile accompanied her gusty breath of relief. “I love you, Birk.”

“And I you. More than the moon and stars.” He pressed a kiss to her mouth. “I will clear my name,” he vowed against her lips. “I will come back for you.”

Birk gripped the back of her neck and she deepened the kiss. For a moment, he lost himself with her. The accusations, the magistrate’s guard closing in, his damaged, jaded world faded into the light, musky, floral scent of heather and urgent caress of her lips.

“This way!” The strident shout broke the haze, yanking him back to the present.

“Promise me.” She choked on the words.

Footfalls pounded against the packed dirt.

He could take no more of her agony. Aye. He would see the man who framed him dead. “I promise, mo teine, my fire. I will return for you.”

“Back here! This way!”

Tears streamed down her creamy, flushed cheeks. She nodded once. Without a word, she spun to stand, ready to face the men chasing after him.

Birk took off at a run, dodging barrels and crates, cutting around the buildings on the leading edge the rest of the way through the town to the docks. Behind him, he heard her shrill scream. He pushed hard against the urge to hasten back to her. He had to believe she would be all right. She was a hellcat when provoked. Sheena would be fine. She had to be.

He jumped over a pile of ropes and looped through stacks of lumber. The stench of timber and pitch mixed with brine. Off to the left, a carpenter hammered, the thudding so familiar. Ahead, several stevedores unloaded cargo from a ship. Birk hadn’t thought beyond fleeing the cell which Sheena unlocked. He hadn’t thought to where he’d go. But Sheena had. He was to flee to the only place he’d known—his father’s shipyard. Now as he skidded to a stop in the middle of the yard, realization struck. He had trapped himself between the town and the men coming for him and the sea. Bloody hell. Aye, there was a boat waiting for him somewhere, but would he reach it in time?

Sheena’s plan. Take a skiff across the Sound of Sleat to the mainland. Find a horse in Mallabroch and disappear. It was his only option, though he would rather have her by his side. Running from all the injustices their young lives had suffered, together.

Birk slunk through the maze of planks, boxes, casks, and tools, weaving through the scaffolding beneath the hull of a brigantine. He set his sights to the end of the docks where fishermen cast out in their skiffs. Just as he cleared the last support beam, he came face to face with his father.

Bewilderment flashed across his haggard face but was soon replaced with a flare of venom.

Birk slid his gaze past his father to his cousin rounding the other side of the scaffolding and coming up short. Cam slowly took a step back, as if he hoped not to become entangled in a confrontation.

“Birk.” A sneer crooked his father’s mouth. “Let ye out, did they?” His tone belied he knew the better.

Shouts traveled through the shipyard. His pursuers were nearly upon him.

“Hmph.” The old man lifted his chin and sneered down his nose. “Suppose not.”

“I didna do it, Father.” Speaking truths, hell, speaking at all was lost on the man.

Since birth, Hugh Bane, laird of Creaganbroch Manor, the village of Tradale, and the surrounding lands, had shunned his youngest son—the weak, sickly child who wasn’t expected to live. But his mother refused to accept her little bairn could not grow happy and healthy. Through her love and nurturing, never leaving his side, Birk survived the infant months to become the favorite of her three sons. That didn’t change as he grew a few years older. Hugh had become resentful, claiming his wife mollycoddled Birk. He’d force Birk into harsh labor around the yard, harsher than he should have for a boy his age. This but angered his mother and many fights were waged over Birk. Until his mother fell ill with fever. Upon her final breaths, it wasn’t Hugh she called for, but Birk. And Birk had suffered for it ever since.

Except that he didn’t. He hadn’t let the old man get the better of him. Not after the last time he took a backhand across his face at the age of fifteen.

“Didna do it?” Hugh spat. “’Tis your fault I’ve buried James. Ye and your goddamned defiance.”

And there it was. The blame he’d been burdened with and the guilt that his father was right this time. But that was his cross to bear and he’d be damned to let the old man lay one more thing at his feet. He’d be damned to give him any such satisfaction.

A wicked grin crooked one side of Cam’s mouth. One day, Birk would bloody up that idiot’s face, the toady.

“I didna kill James.”

“Ye did, and ye sullied the Bane name with your thievery.” Hugh, quick as a viper, snatched Birk’s arm. “Cam.”

“Yes, uncle?”

His father’s expression hardened. “Alert the authorities in the yard,” he leaned within an inch of Birk’s face, his eyes darkened with hate, “we have the bastard here.”

Birk had never gotten along with his cousin, but something about the toothy grin splitting Cam’s face didn’t set right with him. ’Twas more than Birk facing certain death at the end of a rope. ’Twas something…triumphant. Cam spun on his heel toward the approaching men.

“May ye rot in hell,” Hugh spewed.

Birk wrenched his arm free and leaned in even further, a hair’s breadth from the man. “Ye first.”

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Happy International Talk Like A Pirate Day!

Fair winds and following seas, mates!

 

 


Prepare to be Boarded! Romance on the High Seas- Release Day!

May 18, 2017

 

If you love historical romance, pirates, adventure, and thrills, you’ll love this 7-book set by these award-winning and best-selling pirate romance authors!  And it’s only .99!

THE PIRATE’S DEBT by National Best-selling Author Katherine Bone:

An earl-turned pirate is ordered by his benefactor to find an adventurous young runaway and return her home. To do so, he must retrieve her without being discovered by the most ruthless pirate hunter on the seas: her brother.

DEAD MAN’S KISS by Award-Winning Author Jennifer Bray-Weber:

Eight weeks. That’s all pirate captain Valeryn Barone has to escort a tempting naturalist untouched across the Caribbean or face the gallows. Can he resist the beauty who’s fallen for him? Does a dead man walking even have a chance?

THE BLACK MORASS by USA Today Bestselling Author Barbara Devlin:

In exchange for a chance at redemption and pardons for his crew, Jean Marc Cavalier accepts a pact that could result in liberty or death, if only he can survive the terms, but at least he will be free.

PIRATE HEIRESS by Award-Winning Author Chloe Flowers:

Captain Conal O’Brien has already lost control of his ship to the most unlikely band of pirates sailing the seas. If he’s not careful, he’s going to lose his heart as well as his ship to a headstrong lady pirate determined to destroy both.

MY LADY PIRATE by N.Y. Times Bestselling Author Danelle Harmon:

He holds the fate of nations in his hands. She’s the Pirate Queen of the Caribbean, savage, beautiful and untamed. When danger, secrets and deceit threaten both their love and England herself, can even an admiral named Nelson bring together this man who longs for a lady pirate and a woman who dreams of a gallant knight?

CAPTIVATED BY THE CAPTAIN by USA Today  Bestselling Author Amanda Mariel:

What happens when an American shipping company heiress crosses paths with a pirate? Can two people whose life paths are at odds find common ground?

CARRIED AWAY by Kamery Solomon:

After falling through time and being forced to join a pirate crew, Mark Bell falls in love with his fellow time traveler, Samantha. She’s a woman he can’t have, though. Will their presence in the past alter the future they know and love?

Get your copy for just PENNIES today!

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Link of the Week – Romance on the High Seas

March 28, 2017

Seven Swashbuckling Romance

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Seven best-selling and award-winning authors of pirate romance take you on thrilling and epic high seas adventures with seven swashbuckling romances sure to satisfy the pirate in you. Argh!

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Link of the Week – History Undressed – Yuletide with a Pirate

December 13, 2016

What do pirates do at Christmastime? Raid, of course.

Check out the blog I wrote for History Undressed on Dutch pirate Laurens de Graaf who had a pretty nice Christmas in 1683.

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http://www.historyundressed.com/2016/12/yuletide-with-dutch-pirate.html


Toe the Line and Blow Me Down

June 25, 2014

Song of the Day: Blow Me Away by Breaking Benjamin

Continuing the fun of the Mutiny of the Heart release, here are some phrases and idioms that you might be surprised to learn are nautical in origin. To stave off wordsmith referees calling foul, my disclaimer is not all etymologists agree with the derivation of each term. However, some are backed by centuries of documentation, while others seem plausible in their own right. Either way, it’s fun and interesting.

  • Bitter End – to the end no matter what. A bitt is a wood or iron post on the deck used for fastening ropes (and cables). The bitter end is the free end of a rope. Often the working end of the rope is for anchors. So, say you drop anchor and pay out the rope, using all the rope until the bitter end. Yeah, um, does this boat have brakes?
  • Devil and the Deep Blue Sea – in a precarious situation. The devil is a long seam that runs the length of a ship between the deck and the topmost plank of the hull. From time to time this seam would need to be caulked (with pitch). It was one of the most dangerous duties on board as the crewman were often hung over the ship of the moving vessel to do the task, leaving him hanging between the devil and the deep blue sea.dreamstimefree_120703
  • Flotsam and Jetsam – odds and ends. Flotsam (floatsome) are goods likely from a wreckage floating in the sea. Jetsam are items deliberately thrown overboard (jettisoned) to make a vessel more stable out of circumstance.
  • Footloose – carefree, acting without commitment. The bottom of a sail is called the foot. If the foot becomes free, it flaps (or dances 😀 ) wildly about in the wind. Are you picturing a rebellious Kevin Bacon swinging across a yardarm and dancing across the deck? Yeah, me too.
  • Jury Rig – an improvised repair. It was a temporary fix to keep a disabled ship sailing.
  • No Room to Swing a Cat – crowded. Back in the day, when someone was getting punished for gross misconduct or deed, they were flogged. A lot of the time, the whipping was carried out using a cat o’ nine (a leather whip with nine knotted lashes). It was required by the entire crew to witness the punishment, but with everyone standing around, it was hard to swing the cat.
  • Over a barrel – helpless. Oops. Someone screwed up and got themselves on the receiving end of a flogging. Punishment could be carried out while the unlucky jack was tied to a mast or barrel of a gun (cannon). This is also where the term kissing the gunner’s (or captain’s) daughter comes from. *cue song What Do You Do With A Drunken Sailor*
  • Pooped – to be tired. The highest deck on the aft of the ship is known as the poop deck. When high following seas swamped or washed over the ship it was pooped. Makes staying afloat and sailing tough. Getting washed overboard during a storm might make you poop in your breeches, too. Just sayin’.
  • Scuttlebutt – gossiper/rumor. A butt is a barrel. To scuttle is to hack a hole into something. So a scuttlebutt was a water barrel with the top chopped off. Crewmen dipped their cups and ladles into the barrel for a drink. And just like the office water cooler, the ship’s low down was discussed on the down low.
  • Shanghai – tricking someone. It wasn’t uncommon to get someone drunk or deceive them in some other unsavory manner into boarding a ship lacking a crew for some very long journey, oh say, like to the Orient.
  • Son of a gun – an expression of surprise; reference to a rascal. My favorite idiom. Being at sea for long periods of time makes a man, well, horny. While in port, women were often brought on board for a release, er, fling. Space on ships were limited and without much privacy, and, well, between the guns (cannons) provided just enough room for a rollicking good time. It also provided a good space for bearing a child.  So, a kiddo conceived and/or born on the gun decks of a ship and/or with questionable paternity were noted in the ship’s log as a son of a gun.

 There are many more I intentionally left off. I bet you can name a few. Let’s hear them.

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Navigating the high seas as the female captain of a pirate ship means always being on your guard—especially when one takes a temptingly handsome slave on board.

 

 

 

 

 

 


Bring Me The Horizon – Cover Reveal!!

March 5, 2014

I am super excited to unveil my latest pirate adventure, available everywhere e-books are sold March 17th! Behold!

Bring Me The Horizon

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The blurb:

Graciela DuBois is desperate to find the vile pirate who took her sister. What better way to hunt a pirate than with another pirate? When she strikes a reckless bargain with the infamous Captain Banning, she soon realizes a ship full of rogues isn’t as dangerous as her growing desires for the captain.

Captain Cutler Banning is hardly impressed by the lass’s quest—especially when the man she seeks is a member of his pirate brethren. That is, until  she offers to pay handsomely with a legendary gold nugget and her body. The beautiful temptation is too great and, despite the curse the gold is said to bring, he agrees to help. Doing so invites trouble both on board his ship and in his wounded heart. And Gracie has a secret that just may destroy the brethren.

Intrigued? You can have your very own advance e-copy for free. Yes, free! Just sign up for my mailing list.

~Jenn!


Making Magic

May 26, 2010

Song of the day: High Enough by Damn Yankees

I admit. I’d been feeling down the last week or so. I hadn’t been accomplishing as much as I’d like and had a few disappointing items of news land on my doorstep.

What better way to feel chipper than to create something new, something that gives me pleasure. How about making a movie? Now, I know what you are thinking . . .  and you should be ashamed.  Besides, Robert Downey, Jr. was busy.

So I made the unofficial book trailer for A KISS IN THE WIND. This is the second adventure in my fun romantic sea-faring pirate historical series.

Tell me what you think.