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For today's excerpt I've chosen something from Treasured Chest. This is not a paranormal story, but the historical pirate's romance.
But first, the blurb:
The last thing Captain Sirena expected to find on a desolate island was...him!
When Carmen Ventura takes up her post as commander of the Strega, she becomes the new Captain Sirena, the legendary pirate most people think is just a myth created to scare children. Her first quest is to search for the “treasured chest” hidden by her predecessor. But before she can even begin the hunt, she runs into Marko Lucin, captain of the Levant and Carmen’s most insane adventure yet.
How can the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen be a bloody pirate?
Never one to pass up an adventure, especially where pretty women are concerned, Marko finds his ultimate challenge in Carmen. Not only does he fall for her courage, spunk, and intelligence, but the lady pirate can also help him get what he wants—the famous treasure everyone whispers about. His only problem—how long can he play the charming captain before she discovers his true intentions?
And now the excerpt
The metallic sound of a blade unsheathing pierced the dead silence as Marta drew a long sword out of its scabbard.“We’ll see about that.”
One blunt stroke behind his fat knees brought him straight down. Beads of sweat dotted his wide forehead. A pained expression replaced his mocking grin.
“The rumors are nothing but lies.” He spat the words.
Two stairs above, Sirena towered over him. “And what rumors would that be?”
“That the crew of the Strega is band of pirates. You’re a pack of crazed, loose lipped wenches.” His attempt to stand met Sirena’s boot pushing on his shoulder. He let out a loud
grunt as his knees thumped back to the deck.
Digging her heel deeper into his meaty shoulder, Sirena fixed her eyes on the snorting pig and gave him one of her well-known gazes, serene and prolonged, as eloquent as the
words she was about to voice. “Who are you calling turncoats?”
His snort changed to a full coughing fit and ended with a long wheeze. “You shall address me as Cap’n.”
“On this ship, I’m the captain. Besides, it’s nothing but a title to you.” Anger slowly burned its way into her head. “You mangy cockroach,” she said in a language he’d understand.
“You abandoned your men and left them to our mercy.”
Cocking his head, he reminded her of an overfed fowl. “You leave the men’s work to men.” His last word came out high pitched as Sirena deepened the pressure of her heel on his neck.
With narrowed eyes, she dropped her voice to an ominous one. “Avast. These women cost you your ship, crew, and cargo, which had been stolen from another merchant doubt not. You also lost your honor.”
She released her hold on him and placed her foot on the beaten wood of the deck. Honor, this man knew not the meaning of the word. “And I’ll leave it up to the women who conquered the pathetic likes of you to decide your fate.”
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Continue your Wednesday in Paranormal Love by visiting all the participating blogs.
|Margo Bond Collins||Lyncee Shillard|
|JoAnne Myers||Akaria Gale|
|Skye Ritchey||Nicole Hurley-Moore|