On a lush, secluded island, one passionate adventure leads to another…
I love pirates! Not the Jack Sparrow kind played by Johnny Depp in Pirates of the Caribbean, but an alpha hero who isn’t afraid of anything and will do whatever it takes to protect the one woman who has captured his heart.
However, First Comes Desire, book one in my Pirate’s Prize series, isn’t the typical pirate tale. Tristan Kent, my pirate captain, rose from humble beginnings to educate himself like a gentleman. Although Diana Fletcher is a reverend’s daughter, she’s no shrinking violet. Determined to bring Tristan down for a crime she believes he’s committed, she captures him at the point of her rapier.
What follows is pure adventure and white-hot romance between them that includes danger from their crews, murderous jealousy from a former lover, and their undeniable passion that turns to love.
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About the book:
A hunted pirate captain. A reverend’s daughter determined to bring him down.
On a lush, secluded island, one passionate adventure leads to another….
Diana Fletcher means business. The beautiful, innocent, reverend’s daughter has traveled all the way to a tropical island off Madagascar on a mission: To find her brother—and to punish the man who drove him to a life of piracy. But when she comes face to face with the enemy in question, the handsome, powerfully seductive man is not at all what Diana expected…
Tristan Kent never intended to harm Diana’s brother. A man of humble origins, Tristan claims he tried to save him from another ruthless captain. Diana is desperate to believe he is telling the truth…and that the intoxicating desire that escalates between them is true as well. But can she trust him? Or is Tristan’s story—and his heart—nothing more than fool’s gold? Amid the haze of sensual delights and soaring ecstasy Tristan has in store for her, all will be revealed…
Here’s an Excerpt:
Tristan advanced so quickly Diana had to step back and ran into the wall.
He pulled her close. “You shan’t have time for a lover. I intend to keep you quite busy.”
His mouth was on hers, his kiss possessive and hard. Not even a moan could have escaped her. He used her fully, with a husband’s right, and pressed his lean hips into hers, making certain she knew his arousal, her duty to satisfy him for as long as he desired.
She yielded. Not from fear but the feelings he stirred. She didn’t want to wound him, nor did she want him to hurt her.
At last, he seemed to understand. His kiss grew tender and exploring, then finally torrid. Their tongues battled to see which one would fill the other’s mouth. She won a few times and so did he, the bawdy sounds they made proving satisfaction.
When they’d finished, he looked sheepish.
Not knowing what to say, she stroked his cheek, careful not to touch the scratches she’d given him.
Smiling, he captured her hand, led her down the hall past numerous rooms, and stopped at the last. He pushed the door open and escorted her inside.
Polished white marble covered the floor, the same as in the hall, the ceilings high, windows large, facing trees and a clearing to show the distant water. It sparkled blue-green, matching the silk sheets on the large mahogany bed.
Never had she witnessed anything as imposing or as inviting. Given what had transpired between her and Tristan in the hall, she had no doubt what would soon happen in here. Their bedchamber for all time.
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