Please welcome historical author, Jennifer Bray-Weber to the blog!! Jenn is here to spotlight her latest book, Mutiny of the Heart!! She’ll also be giving away one copy of the book to one of you who tells her you want it!!
With out further to do, let’s take a look at the cover!
Oh my! Where is my fan when I need it? On to the blurb!
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.
Captain Joelle Quint believes the slave claiming to be a cartographer can help her decipher the map her father left her when she was a child. She’s spent years trying to unlock its truths, hoping that it holds the answers to a dark family secret.
Sloan Ricker has no intention of remaining captive. When the fiery, red-headed captain offers him his freedom in exchange for solving her map, what begins as an opportunity to escape becomes a struggle to make the beautiful, intriguing Joelle his mistress in more ways than one.
Amidst a battle with the Royal Navy and a first mate’s jealousy, Joelle also fights her growing lust. And as much as he’d like to deny it, Ricker’s desire for Joelle has overcome his initial disdain. To get the answers, independence and love that they both long for, Joelle and Ricker must relinquish control to each other…or die trying.
Now for the excerpt!
Captain Quint was a dangerous woman—in more than just cunning. She had Valeryn. The first mate had been punishing Ricker for kissing her. Ricker had gotten a great deal of satisfaction knowing he burrowed deeply under Valeryn’s skin. He was an arsehole. All the extra work he forced upon Ricker, all the malicious sneers, amounted to Ricker’s stronger will to drub the bastard within an inch of his life. He would relish the moment he and Valeryn bled.
“We’ll likely need to careen her,” Joelle said, turning her attention back to the charts. “Making us vulnerable.”
“This part of the bay’s coastline is woodsy.” He pointed to a bend in the shore on the map. “You can hide well there. The problem might be the sand. The Black Cove River lets out there. The sand will be soft and hard to dislodge from, even in high tide.”
She was contemplating a decision. What, he wasn’t sure. Though he could hazard a guess. What to do, where to go should they need to escape…
“By the looks of the leak, Captain, your ship will not make it to a friendlier port.”
Rissa bucked again, delivering on his point. A saber clattered to the floor.
“Too many more jolts like that and the only place we’re going is the tomb of Davy Jones,” she groused.
They both bent for the sword. Ricker reached it first, his fingers wrapped firmly around the hilt. Their eyes locked. He had her weapon and she gauged his face for his next move. A burnished eyebrow slowly arched upward, a daring curve coiled her lips. No fool, he had little doubt she’d have a ball wedged in his brain from the pistol hung at her waist should he try something stupid.
Frankly, he was far too distracted. Bending low, she presented him with a crippling peek of the ravine between her breasts, swaying with the ship’s rocking movements. Holy Mother! He licked his bottom lip, smiled and slowly handed her the handle.
“You want to run me through,” she said, her tone forthright, her smile heated.
“Aye,” he answered. “To the hilt.” Over and over again.
“’Tis a pity, then. You won’t make it out alive.” She rose, too graceful for the lurching vessel, with a wicked arch to her back. The minx.
“The satisfaction and pleasure of the attempt would be worth it, I think.” He, too, rose without stepping back, being at the risk of injury to the proximity of the sword’s blade.
“Oh?”
She adoringly eyed the sword’s tip, testing its sharpness with her finger, before gliding her gaze back to him.
Damn all, the seduction fluttering under those coy, deadly lashes drove a hard spike below his belt.
“The taste.” He paused, picking his words carefully, and enjoying the titillation of her waiting, of her expectations. “The taste of freedom can be overwhelming. Even if the undertaking means certain death.”
“To conquer what holds your tethers at any cost still requires strategy.”
“Perhaps, but not if the opportunity suddenly arises without warning. ’Tis difficult to stay the course.”
“Has an opportunity arisen?” She ran a finger along the edge of the sword’s blade, light from the lantern catching on the smooth, polished metal. The suggestion was killing him.
“Several times over.”
She ever so slightly shook her head, her drying hair curling at the ends, bouncing. “What has kept you at bay?”
“The taste—” his gaze landed upon her mouth before delivering his bitter taunt, “—has been sour.”
Her coquettish smile faded, gone like the flash in a pan. She expelled a disgusted huff. Quint swiveled, securing the saber back onto the wall.
“Be forewarned, Mr. Ricker. I am quite skilled at survival. I shall, nevertheless, be careful not to allow further opportunity.”
Ricker suddenly wished he hadn’t gone head to head with the saucy captain. He underestimated her. If he didn’t ignore her overwhelming allure and what she did to him, how his body reacted around her, he’d never regain his freedom. Fire and brimstone! He may have won this battle, but he feared he would lose the war.
Buy links:
Carina Press ~ Amazon ~ B&N
About Jenn:
Award-winning, multi-published author Jennifer Bray-Weber has always wished for real life to mimic adventuresome tales. As if being a mother of two wasn’t enough adventure, she writes pirate historical romances and dabbles in erotica fantasy romance. Her next two books in the Romancing the Pirate series are scheduled to release early in 2014. Connect with Jennifer and join her mailing list for sneak peeks, excerpts, and free giveaways.
www.jbrayweber.com
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