Excerpt:
“…Yet
you chose to be reckless. You chose to disobey. And you chose to put yourself completely under
my power. So now you will find yourself over my knee.”
I
trembled.
Then
a moment later, his smile dissolved while the fire in his eyes burned hotter.
“Come to me, Evelyn.”
I
stepped forward until I was standing between his knees.
He
reached out one large hand and lifted the tail of my braid, which had fallen
down from the coil I’d constructed that morning. I could only imagine how
disheveled I appeared, but Marcus didn’t seem to mind. He carefully carded his
fingers through the fine brown mass, working through the tangles, brushing down
over my nape, and then across my back, until it rippled in waves around me.
“Beauty,”
he murmured.
His hot breath hit the bare skin of my chest
and made my nipples pebble beneath the ragged edges of the chemise. I had never
felt so tense, so expectant.
Every
touch felt like a tongue of fire, branding me, making me want.
Just
when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer - when surely my chest would
explode from the aching need, he stopped. He rested one hand at my waist, while
the other rose to wrap around the base of my neck. My eyes blinked open.
“Lay
yourself across my knee, beauty.” His tone was as stern and controlled as ever,
but I sensed a new tension in his voice and it told me that he was not
unaffected.
He
wanted, too.
My
choice, again. He didn’t want to force me. I held his stare, my breath coming
in sharp pants and then… I bent over, allowing his hand at my neck to guide me
so that my upper body rested on the bed by his hip, propped slightly on my
forearms. I heard his breath leave him in a whoosh, at the same time the
muscles in his legs and torso grew impossibly tighter.
He
gathered all of my hair into his hand, and then twisted, twining it around his
wrist and gripping it in his fist, pinning me in place.
My
breath caught.
With
his free hand, he grabbed a handful of my skirts and pulled them up, and then
he ran his hand up my stockinged calf. He paused when he reached edge of the
stocking, his fingers trailing back and forth along the bare skin at the back
of my knee. I hadn’t imagined something so simple could be so devastating, but
it was.
And
then his hand slid up.
I
sucked in a shuddering breath as his hand trailed higher, up my thigh, taking
my chemise with it.
Dear
God. He meant me to be… bare?
It
was too late for protests, for objections, for any return of reason or common
sense. I could hear Aunt Beatrice’s voice in my head calling me wanton and
wicked, but I didn’t care. I wanted
him to touch me. I wanted him to want to.
And
he didn’t disappoint. Up and up and up, while my heart banged against my rib
cage, and I knotted my fingers in the sheets, until I could feel the touch of
cool air against my backside, and I knew that he could see all of me.
Blurb:
When a
notorious pirate demands a ransom from her family in return for lifting his
blockade of the local port, twenty-one-year-old Evelyn Hollywell takes matters
into her own hands. Her plan to thwart the lawless rogue quickly goes awry,
however, when she is carried off from her home and held as a captive aboard his
ship.
Evelyn
quickly discovers that while the handsome buccaneer has no intention of doing
her any harm, he will not tolerate disobedience, and when she attempts an
escape she ends up over his knee for a painful, embarrassing spanking in front
of his entire crew. Though the stern punishment infuriates Evelyn, she cannot
help wondering what it would be like to be mastered much more thoroughly, and
soon enough she is blushing crimson and quivering with desire as he teaches her
exactly what it means for a beautiful lady to surrender her body to a dominant
man.
Despite her growing attraction to her captor, however, his
plans for her remain a mystery. She is to be delivered to a man in Boston, but
she knows neither who he is nor what he wants with her. All she can be sure of
is that with each passing day she feels less like a prisoner and more like a
priceless treasure. But will old enemies or the dangers of the high seas tear
her from her lover’s arms?
Publisher’s Note: The Pirate’s Captive
includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please
don’t buy this book.
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About the Author:
Maisy is an unabashed
book nerd who has been in love with romance since reading her first Julie
Garwood novel at the tender age of 12. After a decade as a technical writer,
she finally made the leap into writing fiction several years ago and has never
looked back. Like her other great loves - coffee, caramel, beach vacations,
yoga pants, and her amazing family - her love of words has only continued to
grow... in a manner inversely proportional to her love of exercise, house
cleaning, and large social gatherings. She loves to hear from fellow romance
lovers, and is always on the hunt for her next great read.
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Hi Kathryn and Maisy, super hot excerpt, I loved it and definitely want to read more :) This sounds like an interesting and hot read. Thank you both for sharing :)
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