Within a
Captain's Fate
by Lisa Olech
BLURB:
Wherever the tides take you . . .
Guided by the winds
of fate, Henry ‘Ric’ Robbins arrives on a hot June day in Port Royal. But the
moment he sets foot on what should be a pirate’s paradise, he’s driven to steal
a woman destined for slavery, survives the worst natural disaster to ever hit
the isle of Jamaica, and answers the call to be captain of the Scarlet Night.
Jocelyn Beauchamp’s
life is one of privilege—until she is rudely thrown into the hands of pirates.
Freed from the chains of her cloistered society, Jocelyn is drawn to her
newfound life at sea—reckless, thrilling, and utterly unpredictable. And the
man who saved her life not once, but twice—why not do it all over again?
Veiled In Blue
by Lynne Connolly
GENRE:
Historical Romance
BLURB:
It is up to the Emperors of London to
protect the throne—without risking their hearts…
Governess Eve Merton
would have fallen into serious trouble on her walk home if a handsome stranger
had not stopped to help her. But when Mr. Vernon gives her a lift on his horse,
he makes no secret of his attraction. As a well brought-up young lady, Eve does
her best not to notice, but when he sets about courting her, she knows she’s in
trouble. For she has a secret: she is the daughter of a deposed king, which
means not only is she without a dowry, but also that her life is in danger…
Little does Eve know
that Mr. Vernon has secrets of his own. In truth, his name is Julius, Lord
Winterton, and he’s well aware that Eve is the offspring of the Old Pretender.
In order to save his sister, he must convince Eve to wed—though he wants
nothing to do with love. But as the two grow closer and an attempt is made on
Eve’s life, Julius may realize that fighting his heart’s true desire is a
battle most pleasurably surrendered…
An Excerpt
from WITHIN a CAPTAIN’S
FATE by Lisa Olech
In
broken French he told her to relax. “I’m trying to save both our necks.” He
continued to cover her body with his own. The strength and power of him
surrounded her. She could smell the alcohol on his breath. The spice upon his
skin. “I won’t hurt you. Play along.”
With
another quick glance toward the main street, he lowered his head as if to kiss
her. In the dim light of the narrow alley, he held her gaze. The rush of his
breathing tickled across the bare skin of her shoulder. “If we’re lucky, they’ll
run right by,” he whispered.
He
reached down and lifted the side of her skirts to expose her leg clear to her
thigh. She gasped and pushed against him. When she once again demanded he
release her, he covered her lips with his fingertips. His pale gaze never
leaving hers as he captured her knee, boldly raising it to rest upon his hip.
She
would have screamed and fought him save for two things. At that moment, a loud,
angry mob rushed past the end of the alley. And the sensation of his fingers at
the back of her knee and the press of his heat against her body had robbed her
of any sane thought.
Jocelyn
followed his glance when he next looked back toward the street. A boy with
thick ropes of dark hair stood near the entrance. She’d seen him standing with
her rescuer at the auction. It was as if he guarded them. At the shake of his
head, the man holding her shifted his head and raised her knee another inch.
Anyone looking into the alley would assume they were random lovers tucked away
from prying eyes.
She
met his gaze once more, her breath racing. Surely he could feel her heart
beating its way out of her chest.
AUTHOR BIO:
Lisa A. Olech is an artist/writer living in her dream
house nestled among the lakes in New England. She loves getting lost in a
steamy book, finding the perfect pair of sexy shoes, and hearing the laughter
of her men. Being an estrogen island in a sea of testosterone makes her queen.
She believes in ghosts, silver linings, the power of a man in a tuxedo, and
happy endings.
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AUTHOR BIO:
Lynne Connolly
I
was born in Leicester, England, and lived in our cobbler’s shop with my parents
and sister. It was an old house and most definitely haunted, but I didn’t find
out until I left that my great uncle had hung himself in the living room! But I
think our ghost might have been older than that. It was built on the site of
the old Roman cemetery, and the land had been constantly inhabited, being in
the centre of town. Then, when the council bought the house from us to build a
road, my grandfather retired and my father went and worked for the Post Office.
My mother was a sample machinist; that is, she worked with designers on the
prototypes (models or samples) of garments. So I was very well dressed! We
bought a relatively modern house in the country, and my mother was blissfully
happy. It’s all very well living in a large old house, but it’s a dreadful task
to keep it clean and warm!
My mother's side of
the family are Romany gypsies, although sadly we haven't any of the old
trailers that are so astonishingly beautiful. I was taught to read the Tarot
cards, and I usually use two packs; the Rider pack for simple readings and the
Crowley Thoth pack for the complex stuff. I've always had an interest in the
paranormal and it's been a delight to be able to put some of this into my
novels.
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