Pirates of Pleasure, Book 1: His Bounty delectable snippet
This is from the start of the book as Captian Jax is ensuring his crew knows who our heroine, Blue, belongs to.
Next minute Blue’s world tipped. Her new captor, a tall, tanned, and annoyingly good swimmer, picked her up and flung her over his shoulder. She growled and began her onslaught to have him put her down.
She’d been so close. Her knee thumped against his chest and he tightened his hold. The bounty hunter had found her standing on the country lane in the Lake District.
“Any man dispute my claim?” The captain’s growl rumbled against her legs which were held hard against his chest. His shoulder dug into her belly and pressed in with every step as he stalked around, sticking his face up close to the men gathered around them.
“Anyone?” The captain shout-growled and damn it if there wasn’t an unwanted ripple of pleasure at the possession. It had been so long since she’d felt that kind of a ripple.
The captain turned and in moments he bounded down stairs taking them below deck.
“Hey.” That shoulder bumped and bumped into her stomach and she gave his back a thump. “Hey! Put me down.”
He was impervious and continued to take long strides down the hallway, door opening. Then her world tipped back upright, and the blood rushed out of her head as her feet touched the floor.
“I thought we’d already met.” Came his tight reply. “I believe you climbed all over me at the time and wouldn’t let me go.”
“I was drowning.” she growled back.
Double bastard, she bolted for the door.
“Woe.” His arm wrapped around her. And blast it, heat washed unexpectedly across her chest as he drew her back against him, holding her close. Her heart gave exaggerated beats as he leaned them as one to close and lock the door. The air got caught in her throat. He was muscle, strength that encased her from behind and the side as he kept her wrapped against his chest. The feeling of being held like that triggered a longing so deep, so long pushed aside, her eyes almost welled up. Where the hell did that come from? She swatted at him.
“It’s not safe up there.” He hushed near her ear. “Trust me, you are safer down here. Take some time. Take stock.” The sound of his voice lulled her. The heat from his body amazingly comforting against her damp clothes.
I thought I’d give you a sexy teaser this week for our snippet of HIS BOUNTY Book 1 in the PIRATES of PLEASURE Duet. This comes from the start of the book where our feisty minx of a heroine is in the captain’s cabin and about to find out what kind of reckoning Captain Jax has in mind for her.
The silence after her tirade, after the last article of her clothing had been removed, crackled. His all too handsome face made her skin burn and her sex throb. Her nipples hardened, her breasts ached, and she could feel all of her body at once…humming, vibrating.
And she wasn’t alone.
He had stilled, his eyes eating the sight of her left a burning trail over her exposed skin. The length of him pressed long and thick against his trousers, she knew exactly what that would feel like…
His hands were white as they gripped the edge of the desk making her heart suddenly lurch in her chest at the thought of what he held himself back from doing.
Every second, the intensity between them mounted. Her body sunk deeper and deeper into unbidden want, into a heat of desire that called…that begged for her to pound out that she was alive in the most fundamental of ways…with him.
London docks, 1898
She stood defiantly even as she shivered in her damp clothes. The crew had gathered to look at her, a small soaked package, clearly female with soft lean curves, flared hips and breasts. It was the fabric covering her hands, face and neck ensuring not even a slice of skin was seen that was causing the restlessness.
What was she hiding? What was under them?
The bounty hunter had said she was not diseased. What then, maimed, grotesque, disfigured?
Then again, they’d all seen the women in the east, cloaked in their black full body coverings with nothing but dark luminous eyes to be seen. Whispers to foreigners questioning the practice was that the garment concealed some of the most beautiful women in the world.
Whichever related to the little bounty in front of them, it was something best known than kept a secret.
“Take off her face covering.” Captain Jax motioned to his First Mate, a ripple of unease curling in his gut. Trouble. This little package was going to be trouble.
Snippet taken from the start of Book 1 of the Pirate of Pleasure: His Bounty, due out in an Anthology called Secrets later this year.