Be ready to board January 1, 2020...
Rogue Booty by Golden Angel - a part of the Pirates, Passion & Plunder Anthology - is coming!
Rogue Booty by Golden Angel - a part of the Pirates, Passion & Plunder Anthology - is coming!
ANTHOLOGY BLURB
What's a lady to do when she's boarded by ruthless brigands
and barbarous buccaneers, kidnapped on the lawless High Seas?
Stripped to the skin by piercing eyes.
Captive and claimed by rough, strong hands.
She knows it's forbidden but how can she resist... a pirate's pleasure.
'Pirates, Passion & Plunder' features nineteen all-new scorchingly satisfying historical romances.
*Warning: Bodices will be ripped!*
Stripped to the skin by piercing eyes.
Captive and claimed by rough, strong hands.
She knows it's forbidden but how can she resist... a pirate's pleasure.
'Pirates, Passion & Plunder' features nineteen all-new scorchingly satisfying historical romances.
*Warning: Bodices will be ripped!*
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#steamyreads #teasershare #anthology #pirates #rippingbodices
TEASER EXCERPT
Blythe
Captain Jake sat down in a chair, his long legs stretched out in front of him, shirt gaping open to show off a muscular chest. His hair was longer than Mack's, a lone curl curving over his forehead and nearly reaching his scarred eyebrow. Even without the scar, he and Mack weren't identical, just very similar, but the scar certainly helped differentiate them.
His eyes, which were more deep brown than his brother's black, moved over her body, inspecting her from head to toe. Normally men's gazes had no effect on her, but his left her feeling both hot and vulnerable, as though he could see beneath not just her clothing, but her skin to all her secrets.
Jake Raw was a dangerous man. She'd known that, she just hadn't known how dangerous until now.
"Bonny Blythe," he said, leaning back and resting his face against one hand. "Why do you wish to join my crew?"
Well, if he was going to get right to the point, then so was she, although she was a bit surprised he was asking 'why' and not 'how are you going to convince me?'
"Rumor has it you're warring with the Governor of Antigua. That you're targeting his ships and ports above all others and making him look a fool." She tilted her head at him, wondering at the lack of change in his expression. "They say you don't mean to stop till he's dead."
******
Jake
For once the gossip was right, although it was not completely surprising, since Jake had not been quiet about his intentions. He wanted Hopkins to know that the Rawbone was coming for him. Wanted the man jumping at every shadow, paranoid of every interaction, wondering if today was the day that his bastard sons had returned to take their revenge.
"They are right," Mack growled from behind her, making her jump. His brother's eyes met his over her head. They shared a moment of anticipation, of knowing the day was coming. Soon.
But until then...
"What does it matter to you?" Jake asked, curious, turning his attention back to Blythe. Very little was known about her past, even within the wild stories told about her, and he hadn't heard her name mentioned with any connection to Antigua.
She looked back at him for a long moment, pressing her lips together as if deciding what she was going to say. A flicker of pain passed through her bright eyes just before she nodded.
"It's where my husband and I had our farm," she said. The sultry husk to her voice was almost gone, her tone flat as if she was pressing down all emotion by sheer force of will. "A neighbor, Sir Joseph Ready, decided he wanted our land. My husband was killed a week after he refused to sell. An unfortunate accident, he somehow managed to slit his own throat while working in the fields." Her eyes flashed with anger. "I was turned out to make my own way." The clipped way she said it made Jake feel sure there was more to the story.
Especially because he knew Sir Ready. The man was Hopkins' brother-in-law. There was no way there would have been a fair investigation into her husband's death. Corruption in Antigua ran deep. The man would have been smarter to sell, but perhaps he hadn't realized the kind of men he was dealing with. Sir Ready had an impeccable reputation amongst his peers after all.
He and Mack exchanged another look. Neither of them would shed a tear over Ready's demise, but neither did they wish to be distracted from their main goal.
Still, with the news he'd heard today... a woman could be most beneficial to his next move against Hopkins.
"My crew is full," he said conversationally. If she truly was Bonny Blythe, she'd know what he was getting at. "There are no extra beds."
Her chin lifted. "Then I supposed I shall have to share someone's. It won't be the first time."
Jake chuckled. If she expected him to be put off by that, she was sorely mistaken. He preferred a woman with experience. Shrinking, horrified virgins and prudes didn't entice him in the least.
"The crew still has to vote, but Mack and I will back you if we're pleased. Let's see what we're getting. Strip."
Blythe
Captain Jake sat down in a chair, his long legs stretched out in front of him, shirt gaping open to show off a muscular chest. His hair was longer than Mack's, a lone curl curving over his forehead and nearly reaching his scarred eyebrow. Even without the scar, he and Mack weren't identical, just very similar, but the scar certainly helped differentiate them.
His eyes, which were more deep brown than his brother's black, moved over her body, inspecting her from head to toe. Normally men's gazes had no effect on her, but his left her feeling both hot and vulnerable, as though he could see beneath not just her clothing, but her skin to all her secrets.
Jake Raw was a dangerous man. She'd known that, she just hadn't known how dangerous until now.
"Bonny Blythe," he said, leaning back and resting his face against one hand. "Why do you wish to join my crew?"
Well, if he was going to get right to the point, then so was she, although she was a bit surprised he was asking 'why' and not 'how are you going to convince me?'
"Rumor has it you're warring with the Governor of Antigua. That you're targeting his ships and ports above all others and making him look a fool." She tilted her head at him, wondering at the lack of change in his expression. "They say you don't mean to stop till he's dead."
******
Jake
For once the gossip was right, although it was not completely surprising, since Jake had not been quiet about his intentions. He wanted Hopkins to know that the Rawbone was coming for him. Wanted the man jumping at every shadow, paranoid of every interaction, wondering if today was the day that his bastard sons had returned to take their revenge.
"They are right," Mack growled from behind her, making her jump. His brother's eyes met his over her head. They shared a moment of anticipation, of knowing the day was coming. Soon.
But until then...
"What does it matter to you?" Jake asked, curious, turning his attention back to Blythe. Very little was known about her past, even within the wild stories told about her, and he hadn't heard her name mentioned with any connection to Antigua.
She looked back at him for a long moment, pressing her lips together as if deciding what she was going to say. A flicker of pain passed through her bright eyes just before she nodded.
"It's where my husband and I had our farm," she said. The sultry husk to her voice was almost gone, her tone flat as if she was pressing down all emotion by sheer force of will. "A neighbor, Sir Joseph Ready, decided he wanted our land. My husband was killed a week after he refused to sell. An unfortunate accident, he somehow managed to slit his own throat while working in the fields." Her eyes flashed with anger. "I was turned out to make my own way." The clipped way she said it made Jake feel sure there was more to the story.
Especially because he knew Sir Ready. The man was Hopkins' brother-in-law. There was no way there would have been a fair investigation into her husband's death. Corruption in Antigua ran deep. The man would have been smarter to sell, but perhaps he hadn't realized the kind of men he was dealing with. Sir Ready had an impeccable reputation amongst his peers after all.
He and Mack exchanged another look. Neither of them would shed a tear over Ready's demise, but neither did they wish to be distracted from their main goal.
Still, with the news he'd heard today... a woman could be most beneficial to his next move against Hopkins.
"My crew is full," he said conversationally. If she truly was Bonny Blythe, she'd know what he was getting at. "There are no extra beds."
Her chin lifted. "Then I supposed I shall have to share someone's. It won't be the first time."
Jake chuckled. If she expected him to be put off by that, she was sorely mistaken. He preferred a woman with experience. Shrinking, horrified virgins and prudes didn't entice him in the least.
"The crew still has to vote, but Mack and I will back you if we're pleased. Let's see what we're getting. Strip."
About Angel
Angel is a self-described bibliophile with a
"kinky" bent who loves to write stories for the characters in her
head. If she didn't get them out, she's pretty sure she'd go just a little
crazy.
She is happily married, old enough to know better but still
too young to care, and a big fan of happily-ever-afters, strong heroes and
heroines, and sizzling chemistry.
She believes the world is a better place when there's a
little magic in it.
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