Spotlighting Allyson Young today!

Today I’m throwing a spotlight on Allyson Young’s new release. Here is some information on her new release entitled IMPOSSIBLE! 


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Both being extremely independent and familiar with rejection, Celeste Hill, and Elliot
Godwin has a short but intense time together, something very special.
She heads off to a coveted job, leaving him to puzzle out how he might pursue a
connection he’d never dreamed of having. And, despite pursuing her dream, Celeste
can’t stop thinking about Elliot and what might have been.
Returning home before he can follow her, she tells him they are pregnant. Impossible.
Believing he’s sterile, the reason his wife left him, Elliot is devastated—and lashes
out. Celeste flees his cruel words, putting distance between them, and now determined
not to name him as the father of their child.
But miracles do happen and men can come to their senses. Elliot follows his heart and
Celeste again opens hers for their happily ever after.
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Knowing the majority of her response was hormone-fueled did nothing to mitigate the meltdown.  How hard had she held herself against the news until now, sharing with no one but him? Forgoing the acceptance and excitement of her friends and family? Doing the right thing, notifying the father first?
She sobbed and choked until she thought her throat would tear and her lungs collapse, her cheeks raw with the deluge.  Her baby. She pressed a hand against her abdomen, whispering a heartfelt reassurance. Not about you, sweetheart, I love you.
It felt like hours but was, in reality, a few short minutes before she wrestled back her composure, albeit as a soggy wreck of exhaustion.
She’d sorted out the reasonging–and ensuing rejection–behind his flat comment in short order. But it wasn’t impossible.  He was capable regardless of what he believed.  The tiny seed in her belly was living proof.
But it didn’t matter.  He thought she’d come to him, pregnant with another man’s child, to cadge… She couldn’t bear to think of what he thought of her. His opinion didn’t matter either.
Fumbling for a wad of tissues, she mopped up what remained of her makeup and took a shuddering breath, pushing any thought of Elliot Godwin from her head.
A tap on the window drew a muffled shriek as she started, turning to stare at his unwelcome bulk hunched over her little car, his handsome face only inches away. His silvery eyes were narrowed, cold and impenetrable, not at all like the turbulent wash of emotion when he’d been as deep inside her as any man could be in a woman.
Planting their child.
As emotionally drained as she was, she couldn’t help the faint shiver of that arousing memory before dispatching it. Stupid hormones. She eased the window down a notch.
His gaze took in her face and she knew what he saw. She never cried prettily; but then she rarely cried. Make that never. Tears were for the weak. He would know that.
“Are you all right?”
Like he cared. She was a slut, remember? Well, maybe not–Elliott didn’t judge, at least about consenting adults sexing things up. So, what then? What was a woman called who tried to stick a guy with a kid that wasn’t his? Something far worse in his eyes, for sure.
“I’m fine.” She whirred the window back up and threw the vehicle into gear. With cautious regard to his proximity, she drove forward and then guided the car onto the pavement, ignoring his tall form in the mirror.
Author Bio
Allyson Young lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada with her husband and
numerous pets. she has always enjoyed the written word, and after reading an erotic
romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one.
A best selling Amazon author, a hybrid author, as of December 2017, along with her
alter ego and three co-authors, she has published four series and several stand alone in
contemporary, sci-fi, fantasy and suspense genres–50 books in total.
Allyson will write until whatever is inside is satisfied, until the heroes man up and the
heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet, and she favors the darker
side of romance
You can also find Alyson here

Presenting Jane Burelli!

Hi, folks!

Today I’m pleased to announce a new fantasy story by Jane Burelli entitled HIDDEN EMBERS!

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Sales Blurb
When the gods breathed life into us, they blessed us with an element. It’s
a pity they didn’t care to bless anything else.
The Empress of the Throne of Flames is assassinated. Acting as a decoy
to protect the next Empress, the undervalued Princess Nymira flees to
the north. She must now carry the sacred sword, the symbol of her
people and rejoin the Empress.
It is a mission Mira cannot fail but first, she must traverse the Western
wastelands. The journey is perilous and the once sheltered princess
finds herself rescued by the Ice Lord, Zorren. The leader of the Iceari, the
natural enemy to Firelanders.
Zorren is reputed to be a ruthless leader and Mira fights the attraction
that blazes between them. Resulting in a clash of not only their wills but
also their elements. After all, fire and ice don’t mix. Or do they?
This is book one of the new Bride of Fire series. Join the journey to
a mystical world and the adventure and romance that awaits.
Publisher’s Note: This fantasy romance is intended for adults only and
contains elements of danger, suspense, mystery, adventure, and sensual
scenes set in an apocalyptic world
Sound exciting, right?  Here’s a little bit about Jane.
When I realized the world was not hiring for a ‘sarcastic but benign
Supreme Ruler of the Universe’ I decided to focus on my passion. By
day I work in a UK company’s finance department and by night I become
my alter ego Scribble Girl or as my good friends have affectionately
dubbed me the ‘sex author’. Always armed with a notepad and pen in the
black hole I call a handbag, I have been writing never ending stories
since the age of 11 and this all stemmed from my love of reading.
I love reading. Period!
I’m part of the Harry Potter generation and while waiting between books
would literally devour any book I could get my hands on. Let’s put it this
way J.K Rowling has a lot to answer for. I adore that there is no end in
sight to where your own imagination can take you and that between the
pages of a book you are transported to another world.
Happy Reading!
Teaser from Jane’s new book!
What the Goddess’ name are you doing?” I screeched. Rearing up I found a firm hand planted in the center of my back pinning me in place.The only thing I had succeeded in doing was loosening my own trews. Tomy horror, his fingers curled into the waistband. I threw my hips from side to side, my attempts at evasion pitiful. “You can’t do this!” My protest went unheeded. He calmly took a firm grasp of my hips and threw his leg over mine. Panting, I found I couldn’t move, trapped like a creature in a snare.
“I’m making sure I can see if I truly hurt you.”
The fabric rasped over my tender skin. Shivering, my squirming bottom revealed to the elements, the chilled air bringing a moment of relief. “Trust me, it hurt.”
His hand rubbed the reddened flesh, murmuring, “Your skin colors so easily.”
The touch ignited a steady throb between my legs—what inKhatri’s name? The pause allowed me to gather my wits.
“Do you know why you are in this position?”
Khatri’s tits, he wanted to talk now!“Because you can’t abide being defied!” I hissed, struggling to concentrate on anything but calloused fingers now tracing patterns on my heated flesh. Closer and closer to the apex and I wiggled, longing for more of the same. The soft touch lingering at the sensitive crease where buttock met thigh. I shivered but it was different from the previous man who had touched me. It wasn’t revulsion, it ignited a fire that I didn’t know how to put out.
“Is that what you think?”
Lazily the finger drew back and forth, and my muscles jerked in response. The unexpected wallop shattered the first inklings of pleasure and sent my cheeks bouncing. The sting increasing tenfold without clothing to mute it.
“Try again.”
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Revenge of the Pirate Twins is here!



Hi, everyone!  I’m pleased and excited to announce that the first of my pirate and revenge series is now available at Blushing Books. Check out the excerpt below, my friends, you’re going to love it!


Now available at Blushing Books! Soon to be on Amazon.

Twin sisters, Frankie and Kat, are willful, undisciplined, highly skilled in weapons, and fiercely determined to find the infamous master of the black pirate ship called the Nemesis. Jacques LaSalle, the owner of that ship, is the blackguard who attacked their father’s merchant vessel, killing their father and abducting their mother. First, they will find out what happened to their mother, and then he will be at their mercy.  

Jacques LaSalle is intrigued and amused when he hears that a beautiful raven-haired woman has been scouring the Caribbean for him and intends to challenge him. No one has ever bested Jacques in a fight, but he soon finds that Frankie is much more of a challenge than he thought. He intends to claim her for his own – if she’ll stop trying to kill him long enough for him to do that.  

Morgan MacAlister is the pirate governor of the new colony, the Pirates’ Hideaway, and his gut instinct tells him that trouble is coming to his island paradise. When the mighty Aphrodite sails into his harbor carrying a set of twin sisters, the gorgeous redheaded sprite of the duo set his senses on fire.  

It’s a hot time on the high seas when the two arrogant men figure out that the twins have the power to rock their worlds. But the girls’ haughty attitude and lack of respect may well earn them some much-needed discipline before all is said and done.  

Publisher’s Note: This action-adventure romance contains steamy scenes and elements of power exchange.

Aannndddd…. a little teaser for you

Jacques watched his helpless prisoner as she twisted and fought to no avail. “Lucky for you, Frenchy will not bring charges against you for trying to kill him. He is leaving your punishment to me, ma petite. Something I plan to thoroughly enjoy.”
He stepped in close to Frankie’s body, his hands slipping to her breasts. They were full and firm to the touch and he could enjoy them at will. He lightly teased the buds through her clothing, causing her nipples to harden in response. “I bet the Spaniard enjoyed these, did he not? The real question is, did you enjoy it this much?” He smiled in satisfaction as a groan escaped her trembling lips. He wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled her close against his chest, the hard nipples crushed against him as his mouth sought her full rosy lips.
Frankie moaned and tried to twist her head from side to side, trying in vain to avoid his capture. Her senses swam and her breasts ached against the hardness of his broad muscles. His mouth was so close to hers she could feel his warm breath with only a whisper to separate them. Was this how he was going to punish her? Surely he would not take her against her will?
“Frankie, you cannot deny the flames between us. Let yourself go, ma Cherie.” His tongue lightly teased her lips, gently parting them and sliding into her mouth. He felt her buck against him as she responded in spite of herself. Smiling, he stepped away from her. “This could all have been avoided if you had just cooperated with me earlier. But now your stubbornness will cost you.” Slowly, he began to unbutton her shirt, allowing his tongue to trace the soft flesh, as it was unveiled.
“So, it comes to this?” she spat at him in her fury. “You are going to just take what you want without permission?”
“Non, I won’t have to take anything,” he assured her. “You will be begging me. Your body gives you away, ma petite.”
“Go to hell!” Frankie stood proudly, knowing she was fighting a losing battle to withstand this assault on her senses. She was helpless to do anything but whimper in protest as his tongue trailed liquid fire across her breasts and down her stomach. Finally, he stopped, and she slumped in relief.
“What to do with these clothes?” he murmured wickedly, knowing the effect his “torture” was having on her. “Ah, well, clothes can be replaced.”
“What are you doing?” she cried, silently cursing the blindfold when she felt the cold touch of steel on her back as the shirt was cut. It increased her other senses when she couldn’t see. Sound, hearing, touch, all were heightened to a sharper clarity, especially the sensations her shivering body was experiencing. “You have no right!”
“I have every right to punish you when you break the rules,” he replied silkily. “How I do so, of course, is up to me.” He chuckled as his knife made short work of the trousers and undergarments, leaving his proud pirate in nothing but her boots and her long raven hair cascading down her stiff spine. A little humiliation would do her a world of good.
Walking behind her, he ran his palm down her smooth back and over the satiny softness of her buttocks, admiring the firmness beneath their soft covering. Trailing around to the front, his fingers blazed a path across her flat stomach. She was mouthwatering. Her slender waist narrowed to lush hips, then down to long slim legs encased in black boots to the knees. The sight was intoxicating, and his body couldn’t be any more responsive to her charms. He was beginning to wonder who was torturing who.



Welcome, Daryl Devore’!

  • thumbnail (3)         Today I’d like to spotlight Daryl Devore’s latest hot new romance entitled
                                   TWO O’CLOCK WITH THE BILLIONAIRE.
              This contemporary romance is sweetened with a few vanilla
    sexcapades you are sure to enjoy! Find out what it’s all about below.
    Where Derek Davenport is concerned, women only had one thing in
    mind: to trap him into marriage. The perfect way out? Hire a courtesan.
    While partying with his buddies he places an online ad that reads – Woman
    Unemployed and nearing financial desperation, Arianne is forced to
    step out of her comfort zone and answers an ad that reads Woman Wanted.
    With minimal hours and excellent pay, she accepts the position of a courtesan
    to a handsome billionaire.
    Their sexual antics cause emotions neither is willing to admit to. Will
    Arianne and Derek drive each other crazy…or will they fall in love first?
    Note: This book was previously published by New Dawning Bookfair
    under the title A Kept Woman.
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    Please enjoy the excerpt below.

    Arianne burst into her apartment, brushed past her roommate, threw her keys
    onto the coffee table and plopped onto her couch. “Men!”
    Taylor looked up. “Me excluded, of course.
    “Straight men. There, is that better?”
    “Well, I can commiserate with that. I quite often find straight men difficult.” He
    glanced at the floor. “Some of them can be so cruel.”
    She pulled out her hair tie and shook her shoulder-length hair free. “I hate my
    life.” After a deep depressed sigh, she snatched up Taylor’s copy of the LGBT
    Community News. Wanting nothing more than a moment’s distraction, she randomly flipped through it.
    Taylor paused in keying in his text. “Now this sounds serious.”
    “It’s been two months and I still can’t find a job.”
    “Then why are you annoyed with the straight men?”
    “Because some man caused the downturn and made it difficult for people to buy
    stuff and now I don’t have a job.” Unsuccessfully tossing the paper across the room, it fluttered to the carpet near her feet. “And to top it off, Kyle broke up with me. He
    suddenly woke up and found that he’s in a different place and I don’t belong there with him. Whatever the hell that means.”
    “This is where—”
    “And, I’m living a stereotype. I’m like in one of those sitcoms. The straight girl lives
    with the gay guy. Hell, I can’t even screw you ‘cause we like the same thing – men! Except, I hate men!”
    When her ranting subsided, Taylor tried again. “This is where I get practical and
    ask, you do have some money saved up, right?”
    Arianne shook her head.
    “How can you be employed for two years and not have saved anything?”
    “Well, I had to pay off my college loan.”
    “Not to mention a new pair of shoes every other week. So how much do you
    have or do I have to start looking for a new rent-paying roommate?”
    “I’m broke. I was sort of hoping to move in with Kyle while I hunted for
    “I love you dearly Arianne, but I can’t afford the rent on my own. And I cannot
    afford to feed you. Guess I start looking for a paying roommate. Or you could beg a loan off mommy and daddy.” Arianne sighed. Taylor pointed at her phone. “Keep looking for a job.”
    Arianne glanced at one of the newspaper pages. “Oh, look. The personal ads.
    And here’s a job for me. Woman wanted. Apply to e-box twenty-four. I’m a woman. So I’m qualified for that one. Was that a little sarcastic?”
    “Better check who wants the woman. LGBT paper remember.”
    She rubbed between her eyebrows. “At this moment in time, all I want is a job. I
    don’t really care about the gender of my employer.”
    You can check out Daryl’s book on Amazon!

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Welcome, Felicity Brandon!

Today I’d like to spotlight Felicity Brandon’s new book, GOLDIE’S SURRENDER! 

This book is a hot fairytale style of romance that may perhaps be a bit darker than you are used to?  Or not, my friends! All I can say is come and check it out with me, it looks deliciously naughty!


What if the fairy tale is real?

We all remember the story of Goldilocks, the young woman who stumbles across the three bears’ humble abode while wandering through the woods. You’d always thought the story was make-believe, designed to entertain small children, but what if I told you that you were wrong?

Goldie Locks is very real, a spoiled young woman living in a bubble of her father’s wealth and indulgence. It is this Goldie who makes her way into the forest, losing her way and eventually seeking sanctuary in the small cottage she finds there. But little does Goldie know who really lives in the deep, dark woods and what they will do when they find her asleep in their home…

In this intensely erotic tale, beautiful, headstrong Goldie is left blushing crimson as she is sternly punished and thoroughly claimed by the three strict, ruggedly handsome owners of the cottage in which she foolishly dared to trespass. To Goldie’s surprise, the bold dominance of her captors arouses her deeply, but will she run for her life when their shocking secret is finally revealed?

Publisher’s Note: Goldie’s Surrender includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

Felicity is an international bestselling & award-winning writer of BDSM, spanking erotic romance.

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Welcome, Morganna Williams!

Today we get to take a peek at Morganna’s new sci-fi novel just out this year!  Morganna is a #1 bestselling author on Amazon of sci-fi, BDSM and erotic romance, not to mention a few other categories!  Below are the cover and blurb of her new book.


Though he has come to Earth to track down enemies of the Intergalactic Federation, when Hale encounters a human female living on her own in a wild, dangerous land, he takes it upon himself to rescue her and claim her as his mate. But the beautiful, feisty girl will need to be tamed.

Reyna has spent years surviving against all odds in the remote, thickly forested mountains beyond the control of the alien alliance which rules her world, but she stands no chance against Hale’s skill and strength. When she runs from him, the huge, handsome warrior catches her easily and then wastes no time in baring her bottom for a painful, humiliating spanking.

Hale quickly sets about teaching Reyna what it means to belong to a Cantari Hunter, and over the coming days she is punished thoroughly and shamefully for any disobedience and brought to one shattering climax after another as she is made his in every way. But even if Hale masters Reyna’s heart as completely as her body, can his new mate find a place for herself among his people?

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NSFW Excerpt:

The feel of him stretching her tender inner tissues was delicious even though it was a little uncomfortable but she wanted more. She was so wet he slipped in and out with ease.
His hands cupped her ass, forcing her to take more and more each time she sank down until she took him all the way and he was completely inside her, his balls resting against her opening. She felt stretched almost more than she could stand but perversely now that he was inside her, she wanted to move and began to shift her hips slightly.
“Now you will ride me while I finish your spanking,” he told her firmly.
Reyna felt another gush of moisture rush from her to bathe his cock at his words and she began to lift herself up his shaft. As she rode him slowly, his hands began to spank the under the curve of her ass, each slap stinging but also sending a jolt of pleasure through her where her body joined to his.
As her pace began to increase, his hand began to fall faster and harder as if urging her to ride him just as hard. The stinging heat built in her ass as she grew closer and closer to orgasm. Spank after spank landed until one last slap fell that sent her straight over the edge and into the abyss with him, giving a hoarse shout of his own pleasure as he caught her hips and ground them into his, filling her with his seed.
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Definitely sounds like a hot book, Morganna!

Welcome Allyson Young!


Today I’d like to introduce you to Allyson Young and her new book

Aspire to Love, available on Amazon for preview and purchase. 

Here is a chance to get to know Allyson a little bit.

She lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada with her husband and numerous pets. She’s always enjoyed the written word and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one.

A bestselling Amazon author, a hybrid author, as of December 2017, she, along with her alter ego and three coauthors have published four series and several standalone books in contemporary, sci-fi, fantasy and suspense genres—50 books in total.

Allyson will write until whatever inside is satisfied until the heroes man up and the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn’t always sweet and Allyson favors the darker side of romance.

Below is a peek into the three stories contained in this book. And thank you, Allyson, for appearing on my blog today. 🙂


Haley Snider thought Warren Chalmers was the perfect Dom, so she transformed herself into the perfect sub. A woman in love is truly blind because Warren can be such an ass.

Warren doesn’t really know what he wants, and questions the very perfection he apparently sought. Haley leaves Warren before he can reject her, unveiling a surprising temper and steely determination. He is both intrigued and forced to look at himself. He doesn’t much care for what he finds and is determined to change, to seek Haley out and really get to know her.

Realizing that her obsession with Warren has kept her from being true to herself and him, Haley decides to embrace life differently. Upon reconnecting with her, Warren discovers his best friend Gordon Sinclair has a different idea in mind for them all, and that life can be filled with both friendship and love. And hot sex.


Haley Snider left her selfish Dom and sought solace with her best friend. Gordon Sinclair facilitated Haley and Warren Chalmers’s reunion—with a twist. He proposes a ménage relationship. But Haley isn’t so sure. She’s afraid of getting hurt again and also wants to pursue her career and live her life outside of the bedroom, something Warren hadn’t accepted before. She resists their attempts at building a relationship and then tragedy strikes.

She blames herself, believing she has been selfish and her desperate, guilty feelings cloud her thinking. She won’t walk away this time but will wait for Gordon and Warren to realize she’s brought them too much trouble and tell her to leave. In the meantime, she will try to make amends, reverting back to pretense.

It takes considerable effort on her men’s part to help Haley face reality and accept what she truly needs and deserves.


Georgios Andreas’s wife, Jane, left him and died under mysterious circumstances. Afterward, he avoided relationships outside of club play.

At a ceremonial claiming, he meets the sister of the submissive, there to bear witness to her sister’s claiming. Iris Snider draws him, initially because she looks like Jane, but he quickly realizes she is so much more. He is powerless against the attraction.

You can also find Allyson at the links listed below.







Coming in April!

grzegorz-rutkowski-pirate-ship-battle-1920Hello all!

Just so you know, your waiting is almost over!  Revenge of the Pirate Twins is in production as we speak and should be available the first week of April from Blushing Books publications. The cover will be revealed soon as well and I can’t wait.

If you read the first chapter from my previous post, you know that Frankie and Kat can be arrogant little brats and will need a firm hand to settle them down. Not everything is as it seems as they soon find out in this fun-filled and action-packed book. I hope you don’t miss it! 

Thank you for reading and I hope, enjoying, my books! 

Brandy Golden

Revenge of the Pirate Twins

Hello, everyone!

I hope you’ll like my series about those handsome rogues, the pirates! The first book should be announced soon and it’s entitled The Revenge of the Pirate Twins. In this case, it’s the story of two young, titled French ladies who are determined to find their mother and exact revenge on the master of the black pirate ship that stole her away.

Of course, their beleaguered Uncle, Pierre Fontaine, has taught them how to fight and he is helping them in this quest for blood and vengeance on the Carribean Sea.

Please join me in this epic saga as Frankie and Kat meet their match in two young and handsome rogues turned pirate for reasons of their own. Funny, heartwarming, passionate and best of all, a few trips over a broad knee now and then to sweeten their tempers.

Here is the first chapter for you to enjoy!

 Revenge of the Pirate Twins

By Brandy Golden

The Caribbean Sea,  1760s

Chapter One

 The sun crept higher, it’s restless flames stealing over the vast horizon of the Caribbean sea, heralding the arrival of a breaching new dawn. On the rolling planked deck of the Aphrodite, several sun-swarthy men encircled their captive, his face etched in a snarl as he eyed his captors in the macabre tableau.

They all awaited the arrival of Captain Frank, and although Frank is typically a man’s name, this man was actually a woman. Had he known this Captain Frank was a woman when the Aphrodite picked him up after the Bounty went down, he would never have sworn his allegiance to him. He would have gone down with the ship first. Shanks would sooner die than serve under a woman!

Not too far away, Pierre stood at the open door of the Captain’s cabin, his goldish eyes watching as she buckled her sword around her slender waist. We’re ready, Frankie,” he said quietly.

Captain Frank nodded to Pierre, her hand on her rapier as she preceded him out the door. Reaching the deck, her sharp eyes scanned the silent scene, missing nothing.

Her men were gathered around the scurvy rogue named Shanks, the one with a wicked knife slash down the side of his face. She watched his eyes narrow at her approach, his fists clench at his sides.

Frankie was silent as she returned his stare, her dark hair blowing away from her face, her eyes noting the weak chin and the patchy stubble that didn’t quite pull off being a beard.

I’ll not serve under a damnable floozy,” he suddenly snapped, his vicious outburst causing spittle to land between her feet. His sharp black eyes faced her defiantly, giving no quarter.

She stared coldly at him until he began to fidget. “You’ll serve, or you’ll be shark bait,” she finally bit out.

Frankie heard the rustling and murmuring among some of her less loyal crew and knew she could not afford to show weakness. The majority of them were her father’s men and were rock solid, but they picked up strays now and then who swore allegiance to keep their heads, and then reneged or tried to create a mutiny. Such was the man in front of her.

Ye wouldn’t put me off,” he sneered, his black eyes saying it all. Saying he didn’t think a woman could do it.

Watch me.”

She nodded then and Pierre moved forward, his cutlass prodding the man in the chest, herding him towards the plank.

The pirate shuffled backward, his disbelief still clearly evident. At the end of the plank, he stopped to stare her down once again.

Can’t-do yourself, can ye, bitch?” he sneered. “You’re just a common whore who ain’t got the guts to send a man to his death.”

Frankie’s temper flared but she gave no reaction to his words on the outside.  It was he who was common, a filthy pirate brazen and bold, but he would scream for mercy at the last minute, just like they all did.

Her lip curled and she strode forward. She would give him mercy, the same kind that had been shown her father and her gentle mother. She placed the tip of her rapier on his chest and pressed slowly, her face set like cold marble.

Shank’s face began to show fear then and he glanced down at the surging waters below him. He didn’t see any sharks but they were always there, just waiting to sink their teeth into a man. A bead of perspiration broke out on his upper lip but he refused to give quarter to a woman. Death was preferable.

Ye’ll have to do better than that,” he sneered, feeling the tip of her rapier beginning to pierce his skin. Better to die on the sword than be torn to pieces,  still half alive, watching those teeth coming at you.

Frankie lowered her sword and quickly planted a booted foot in the middle of his chest, kicking him back into the sea. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of impaling himself on her sword and affording him even the tiniest of victories.

Despite his bravado, Shanks could not stop a gurgled scream from escaping his lips as he went down beneath the water and then struggled furiously to the top. She was looking down at him, the she-devil, laughing at him! Taunting him!

If you can swim, you might make it to the island before they catch up with you,” she said cupping a hand around her mouth so her words made it to his ears. Laughing she pointed to the east.

He looked and saw a pair of dorsal fins about a hundred yards off, heading in his direction. With a muttered oath and a mouthful of salt water, he began swimming as if his life depended on it, which indeed it did.

Frankie turned and strode back onto the deck, her gaze cold and savage towards the rest of the men. Anyone else not want to crew the Aphrodite?” she asked mockingly. No one answered. She turned towards her cabin, Pierre falling into step with her. “That’s what I thought.”

One of the men says he heard LaSalle was headed for The Pirates Hideaway, Frankie,”  he murmured in her ear.

The Pirates Hideaway?”

Yes, it’s a new harbor for pirates and it’s run by Macalister.”

You mean Morgan Macalister?” she asked, her eyes narrowing as she turned to stare at her Uncle and second in command.

The same.”

Frankie paused, considering the information. Macalister was a ruthless pirate who had slashed a reputation for himself that was as fierce as Blackbeard’s himself. But nothing would deter her. She would have her revenge on Jacques LaSalle. She nodded briefly. “Set sail for the Pirates Hideaway then, Pierre. How long will it take ?”

About three days, I calculate,” he replied.

Set course, then. I’m going to talk to Kat. My sister needs to know this latest development.”

Pierre Matisse Fontaine watched his niece walk away, her stride bold and assured. He shook his head, fearing the girl’s desire for revenge would bring about all their deaths one day. He walked to the wheel of the huge ship, giving the command as she had requested. Weigh anchor for the Pirates Hideaway.”



Below, Frankie let herself into the cabin. “Hello, Kat,” she murmured, watching her beautiful sister standing before the dresser mirror. “We have things to discuss.”

Feeding the fishes again, Frankie?” Kat mocked, returning her sister’s brooding gaze in the mirror. The girls were twins, but they looked nothing alike. The only thing similar about them was their temperament; both were feisty and high-spirited.

Frankie gave the red-haired sprite a dark look. Her own raven hair fell to her waist in waves when she wore it loose, and her blue green eyes were hard and glittering. “He didn’t want to do his job. He left me no choice.” She shrugged her slender shoulders then snagged a chair with a booted foot. Sitting in it, she leaned back and appraised Kat.

Kat turned sinuously, the dark reddish trousers and white silk shirt outlining her slender figure to perfection. Inside each boot, she had a pearl-handled knife, her expertise. Katherine Adele Fontaine was as beautiful as her exquisite sister, Francesca Louise–Frankie to those close to her.

Why didn’t you just run him through with your sword?” Kat’s green almond-shaped eyes gave her an exotic look. A delicate brow arched as she asked a question she already knew the answer to.

Frankie’s smile was mocking. “You know I won’t do that if I don’t have to. I like to give them a fair chance to live…sometimes.” She thought of the man swimming for his life because he wouldn’t work for her. In a way, he was right. She didn’t have the stomach for this life, but the thought of their mother drove her on.

So what did you want to talk to me about?” Kat asked, not in the mood to taunt her sister further. She leaned against the wooden dresser, her pert bottom resting on the edge.

We have word of LaSalle’s whereabouts. Seems he’s headed for the new harbor, the Pirates Hideaway.”

Is the information reliable? You know I’m sick of chasing him all over the Caribbean.” Kat tossed back her burnished tresses and yawned, not quite awake yet.

Pierre assures me it’s reliable. Well…as reliable as you can get. I’ve already given the order to set sail.”

How long?”

Three days.”

Kat sighed and nodded. “Three days it is then.”

Frankie nodded and stood up. “I’ll meet you in the practice room.” She let herself out of the cabin. As she made her way to the room where Pierre instructed them in the art of weaponry, she thought once again of her gentle mother. Attacked by pirates, her mother taken and her father killed, their faces still haunted her dreams. Especially her mother’s.

Shaking away the mental image, she once again vowed revenge on Jacques LaSalle. The master of the black ship, the one that had attacked their father’s French merchant vessel on its way home to Louisiana in the New World, was a scoundrel. They said his heart was as black as the ship he captained, but Frankie didn’t care. She would have her revenge, and if her mother was still alive, she would find her.



The Nemesis slipped silently through the shroud of night, coming upon the peaceful entry to The Pirates Hideaway. Jacques LaSalle kept watching through the spyglass as his helmsman and first mate, Frenchy, guided the black ship slowly closer. Jacques was a very careful man; it was part of why he had such a fearsome reputation.

The Nemesis struck fear in the bravest of hearts, and people whispered tales of the black ship that often flew the jolly roger. Even her sails were black, giving her a demonic appearance as if she had floated up from the fiery depths of hell itself.

Some said it was revenge that drove LaSalle. Revenge for the death of his young wife and child, and the confiscation of his lands and properties by the French crown. Some said it was his black heart in league with the devil, but all respected his prowess, pirate, and merchant alike.

Frenchy, look at this,” said LaSalle, handing the spyglass to the burly man beside him.

Those would be Black Jack’s flags,” Frenchy answered with a feral growl. “That lowdown backstabber has no honor, not even among pirates.”

Agreed,” LaSalle replied smoothly, “but this is the Pirates Hideaway, is it not?”

Oui, Capitan,” responded Frenchy. “Bosun Graves is never wrong in reading the charts and the waves.”

Something is afoot, then,” growled LaSalle. The hairs were standing at attention on the nape of his neck; a sure sign that trouble was brewing.

Oui, my stomach feels colder than a wench’s rump in winter,” replied Frenchy, uneasily.

We’ll lay low here for a bit and keep an eye on things. I don’t trust Black Jack, and the fact that he has three ships in harbor doesn’t bode well for this Macalister.”

Macalister has made quite a reputation for himself, mon Capitan,” Frenchy mocked, knowing LaSalle already knew that. “Pretty soon, he will rival even yours and Blackbeard’s.”

He already does,” muttered LaSalle grudgingly, peering through the spyglass again. “Double the watch. Get someone in the crow’s nest, and I want constant surveillance of the situation until dawn.  “He handed the glass to Frenchy. “Take charge of this and keep me informed. I want to know the second anything happens, anything at all.

Oui, Capitan,” murmured Frenchy, and he set about following orders as LaSalle strode off, bent on another task.



It was close to dusk, and Morgan Mathias Macalister stood on the balcony of his island home, surveying the peaceful waters of the cove through his spyglass. He sniffed the night wind, trying to gauge the source of his uneasiness.

Black Jack’s three ships lay in the harbor, alongside his own, and he was well aware of the pirate’s reputation. He fully expected a takeover attempt before dawn but he had his men in place, plus a surprise for old Jack, should he be so foolish.

Morg growled low in his throat. No one would ever again take what belonged to him, be it a woman, lands or gold. But there was something else going on…something he couldn’t quite place…. something about to happen.

Morg’s gut told him trouble was coming to the Hideaway and it had nothing to do with Black Jack.

He put down his spyglass when he heard the soft footfalls behind him.  That would be his new housemaid.

Spinning to face her, the master’s startling green eyes pierced her slender frame and Rosalie shivered as she stepped into the room. She watched Macalister warily, her heart beating fast. His blond hair was tied at his nape with a black ribbon and he had a bandana around his forehead. The darker mustache didn’t match the sun-bleached blond of his hair. His strong angular jaw was set in a foreboding manner.

I’m ready, master,” she gasped fearfully. She trembled as the pirate’s ruthless gaze raked up and down her figure in the loose cotton gown.

Rosalie fidgeted with her fingers, wishing he would get to her punishment so it could be over with as soon as possible. She didn’t know what he was going to do, but she was most apprehensive.

Morg’s lips thinned into an almost cruel smile. The young lass had been caught by his first mate, Malik. The big black man had brought the frightened girl before him, saying they had finally caught the thief who had been stealing from their supply house. When she’d plead for mercy with her soft, brown doe eyes, Morg’s well-guarded, tender inner core had been touched. The sixteen-year-old girl reminded him of the younger sister he’d left in Scotland long ago. Her shiny brown hair hung to her shoulders, and when she tucked it nervously behind her ears, her movements were endearingly similar to his young Eileen.

After much indecision, Morg had finally indentured her as his servant and took her into his home. He’d ordered her to clean up and report to his chambers at dusk for punishment for her thievery.

Well done, Rosalie,” he said gruffly. “I see ye know how to obey orders. Ye will make a fine servant for my manor.”

T…thank you, sir,” she stammered and dropped a curtsy, bowing her head.

Now, then, your punishment,” he stated briskly. Taking her by the arm, he walked her over to a straight-backed rattan chair and sat down. He began to pull her across his platform of broad hard thighs, enclosed in white cotton material and bulging at the seams from his thick muscles.

W…what are you doing, Master?” gasped Rosalie, not understanding. She resisted him, pulling backward desperately, even though she knew her slender strength was no match for the powerful man.

Morg stopped and pinned her with an icy look. “Do ye know what the traditional punishment is for thievery, my girl?”

N…no, sir!” She’d never had to steal anything in her life until the Spanish had invaded the island and destroyed her childhood home and killed her family. The pirates had driven them off but she’d hidden in the woods until Malik had found her, taking bits of bread and nuts, hoping the filthy lot wouldn’t notice.

They lose a finger for the first offense,” Morg declared. He pinched one of her slender digits between his own big fingers. “How about this one? Would ye like me to cut it off for ye?”

No…please,” begged Rosalie, trembling more than ever. “Please don’t hurt me, Master!” She tried to pull her finger away from him, but he held on.

Then ye will obey me in all things. And right now, ye are going over my lap to be spanked instead of having this lovely finger cut off. Will ye stop fighting me?” He could have forced her over easily, but somewhere within him was a feeling of protectiveness, and for some reason, he didn’t want her to think him a total monster.

Rosalie’s brown eyes widened, but she nodded, not exactly sure what he was talking about, but relieved that her finger was safe. She didn’t fight when he pulled her down and over his thighs until he began to lift the loose cotton gown. He’d ordered she wear nothing beneath the gown, and this had been the true source of her nervousness. She knew little of the ways of men and women and was afraid he wanted to use her for his lust. The lifting of her gown seemed to confirm this, and she began to struggle again.

Morg bared her easily despite her struggles. He would have been surprised if she hadn’t fought him in spite of his warning. T’was only natural when a wench was about to get her hide tanned that she fight. Easily subduing her, his corded arm blocked her hands as he gripped her hip with his left hand and patted the smooth wiggling buttocks with his right.

All right, my girl, here it comes!” With that, he brought his palm down hard–so hard that Rosalie’s body jerked and her legs kicked straight out as she squealed in surprise and pain. He chuckled. “Aye, it hurts, little one, and there’s a lot more to come. You’ll be sorry you stole from me before I’m through.”

Rosalie kicked desperately and screamed as Morg smacked her bouncing cheeks over and over, igniting fire and pain like she’d never known before. She cried, begged and pleaded for him to stop, but he ignored it all, continuing until the girl’s bottom and thighs were a deep crimson red.

At last, he stopped and stood her up while she sobbed hysterically, catching her when her knees buckled. Sitting back down, he fought with himself as he sat her on his lap, allowing her painful bottom to fall between his open thighs. “There now, lass, let that be a lesson to ye.” His voice was gruff, and he didn’t want to comfort her, but couldn’t seem to help himself. He patted her shoulder awkwardly as she hid her face in her hands.

Rosalie paid no attention to Morg, other than to use his knees for support when her legs had buckled under her. She’d never known such pain! Her bottom ached and burned like it was literally on fire, and she shook from head to toe. She sobbed helplessly into her hands, finally becoming aware that he was patting her back and talking to her.

Ye’ll need to have Alyssa help you with some cream for that arse,” he said gently. “Ye are going to be sore for awhile, as well ye should. Now, get along and get ready for bed.” He stood up then, gently pulling her to her feet and pointing her towards the door. “And, if I have to punish ye again, I’ll use a paddle.”

Y…yes sir,” she sobbed. Rosalie flew to the door on shaking legs. She knew what a paddle was, the men of the native villages used them in their fishing dugouts. She had no desire to have him beat her backside with one of those. She would never steal anything again…ever!

Rosalie!” She stopped at the command in his voice and turned to face him “Send Alyssa to me. Ye women are not to leave the manor tonight. Is that clear?”

She bobbed her curtsey. “Yes, Master!” She turned and left, the tears still flowing down her smooth cheeks.

When Alyssa appeared in the doorway, Morg gave her the same instructions. The lovely island woman nodded, her crisp black curls bouncing. She looked inquiringly at him, instinctively knowing something was bothering him. If he wanted her to know, he would tell her.

See to the young lass, Alyssa,” Morg stated as she approached, her brown legs flashing beneath the island skirt. His eyes gleamed appreciatively as he watched her glide smoothly across the floor.

Alyssa’s chocolate brown eyes met his with a smile for her old friend. “Going soft are you, Morg?” Her rich island accent flowed like mellow music across his ears.

Would ye like a trip over my knee then?” Morg returned silkily. He felt a hardening of his shaft at the thought of her full ripe bottom beneath his palm and the delights they enjoyed afterward.

Alyssa was not fooled by his polite words, laughing quietly as she moved out of reach. “Not tonight, I can tell there be other things on your mind.” She grinned knowingly and fingered her shark tooth necklace as she watched him carefully. She enjoyed their encounters but expected nothing from him. They were from different worlds, but met as friends and occasionally, lovers.

I’m never too busy to tan your arse, Alyssa,” Morg returned his eyes gleaming. “I have a new paddle just waiting for ye.” He smiled wolfishly when she moved further away.

I’ll be passing on that offer, thank you,” she replied with a chuckle, opening the door.

“Don’t leave the manor tonight, Alyssa, there’s something brewing out there.”

She turned and nodded solemnly. “Yes, I know. There be mischief afoot for sure.”

Morg watched the door shut, the uneasy feelings returning as the woman left.  He strode to the balcony and took up the spyglass again.

Sure enough, it was just after midnight when Morg spotted the signal from Malik. He was already dressed in dark clothes, his sword ready, and a knife belted to his thigh. Quickly, he shinnied down the trellis attached to the wall for the fragrant morning glories and slipped into the jungle undergrowth. His target was Black Jack’s biggest ship, the Satin Lady.

Malik met him at the water’s edge.  No words were needed as they slid into the warm waters of the caribbean and swam silently to the mooring ropes of the waiting vessel.

While Morg’s men engaged Jack’s men in town, he and Malik intended to hit Jack’s personal ship. Just as planned, the other men were already in place in the shadows along the ship’s base, and at his signal, they all began climbing the ropes. Once aboard, it was a simple matter to take over the greatly reduced crew Jack had left behind. A neck was broken here, a throat cut there, and then he was slamming open the door to the captain’s quarters.

      Morg froze when he saw the woman. She stood naked and proud before him, showing no fear although her ankle was manacled to the floor beside a bed pallet. Her peaches and cream body was magnificent, her full, proud breasts swaying as she leaned forward to spit at him.  

“Filthy pirate!”

He quickly stepped back to avoid spittle on his clothing. She was of obvious English descent, judging from her accent and coloring, and she glared at him with hatred in her startling blue eyes. Jack’s woman, he assessed as he studied her for a moment. Or at least one he intended to have for himself.

         Without a word, he strode forward and grabbed a handful of her long blonde tresses, then ground his mouth against hers, tasting her full red lips.

At first, she hammered him with her fists, but then she willingly surrendered, pulling him to her urgently, the scent of her arousal reaching his sensitive nostrils.

Quickly, Morg freed his throbbing Thomas as she pulled him with her to the pallet on the floor. Mindful of the chain attached to one ankle, he shoved her milky thighs wide and with an exultant growl rammed his rock-hard shaft into her dripping core. It was the ultimate humiliation, taking your enemies woman within his own sanctuary, and it gave Morg immense satisfaction. Not that he’d ever had to force a woman–and this one was no exception. Obviously, her pitcher had been cracked long ago.

She screamed in delight, her nails digging into the rippling muscles on his back, her hips rocking and gyrating to his rhythmic thrusts. He dropped his sword and grabbed her buttocks, his hips slamming into her, bringing her to a raging peak of madness as he brought them both over the precipice of raw, hedonistic pleasure.

Morg heard the pounding footsteps just before the door slammed open and Black Jack roared with rage at the sight before him. The black eye patch and three-day beard added to the roughness of his face–a face used to instilling fear.

Instinctively Morg rolled off the woman and across the floor as the burly pirate lunged forward, his greasy black ponytail flipping back and forth as he slashed at him with his sword. “I’ll send ye to Davy Jones locker, ye filthy bilge rat,” swore Jack, cursing at his misses.

Quick as lightning, Morg avoided Jack’s useless jabs until he saw his enemy suddenly freeze, then collapse in slow motion, falling to the floor with blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Catching his breath, he looked up and saw the lovely blonde smiling, his sword in her strong grip. Quickly she dropped to the floor and fished through Jack’s pockets, squealing in triumph when she came across the key to her manacles. Keeping an eye on Morg, and the sword in her hand, she unlocked the manacles and freed her ankle. “What is your name?” she asked boldly, kicking the chains aside.

Morg got to his feet, still breathing heavily and stuffing his Thomas back in his trousers. He supposed the proud beauty might have saved his life. “Morg Macalister,” he answered cautiously, keeping his eye trained on the sword in her hand.

I’ve heard of you,” she sneered. “You’re another filthy pirate, just like that one.” She kicked Jack’s lifeless body, then cocked her head arrogantly to the side with a sensuous smile as she reconsidered her words. “No, not quite like that one. You did give me commodities one of the best rides I’ve ever had so I will let you live this time. But get off my ship!”  She motioned to the door with his sword.

Would ye mind giving me my sword and using Jacks?” queried Morg mildly, amused at her words. “What is yere name, lass?”

Jack’s men are coming back,” hissed Malik urgently, sticking his head inside the cabin.

Those are my men,” snapped the blonde. “That useless Black Jack caught me in a weak moment and took my ship, but the men will answer to me!”

You never did tell me your name,” insisted Morg, catching his sword as she threw it to him hilt first.

It’s Lola!” she replied proudly. “Now get your sugar stick out of here before I change my mind.”

Morg grinned broadly. “I’ve heard of ye too, Lola…and ye call me a pirate. Nice diddies by the way,” he added, his glance grazing her ample breasts. Lola had a reputation in her own right, although she called herself a trader of goods. In short, she could be hired for anything, and at any price. He chuckled as she shrugged, arching her delicate brow in derision. “Until we meet again, fair lassie,”  he mocked as he quickly left.

Standing on the dock, Morg signaled his men to let the Satin Lady leave the harbor.  He admired Lola’s confident stride across the deck and gave her a two-fingered salute as he caught her eye. His men had already confiscated Jack’s other two ships, and Lola acknowledged his prowess with a return salute as she sailed regally past him.                            

Lola smiled wickedly, ecstatic that her merchandise was safe. Macalister must have missed it. Too intent on dipping his wick. There were rewards to be had for the return of said merchandise, and she intended to bring the women to England, provided she didn’t get stopped again. That backstabber, Black Jack, had double-crossed her. She watched triumphantly as one of her crew hung his head off the prow of the ship, her bright blue eyes gleaming with satisfaction. As Jack’s flags were taken down and her own hoisted, she was delighted to know that Jack would never double-cross anyone again.



Not a bad night’s work, eh, Malik?” Morg asked as he downed his ale at the island tavern. He too was feeling satisfied…for the moment. The Nasty Grubb was quite busy for 4:00 am because he and his men were celebrating. Black Jack’s untimely demise would serve as a stern warning to anyone else who might have thoughts of taking over his harbor. He’d assigned a couple of his trusted partners as captains of the ships they’d confiscated and the booty aboard them divided among all the men.  Jack’s remaining crew had sworn allegiance to Morg as the governor of the island, and to their ship captains.

Not bad at all, Gov’ner,” grunted Malik, watching the celebration going on around him. He was ever vigilant in spite of the control they had over the island. Mutiny and treachery were always lurking just around the corner.

In spite of the revelry, Morg felt a sudden chill run down his spine.  He looked around him uneasily, searching for a possible cause. The coupe had been thwarted, the manor was safe and Black Jack eliminated. Why then did he still feel uneasy?

He swiped his mouth across his sleeve and walked out the door of the tavern to gaze into the ocean horizon. What was out there? There was something coming, he could feel it in his bones, but what…or who…was it?

 Chapter 2

Frankie’s shirt back was soaked with sweat and so was the bandana wrapped around her head. She swiped her fingers at the liquid trailing into her eyes, and for an instant, was off guard. Kat quickly took advantage and deftly relieved her of her rapier.

Merde,” she swore softly, her heaving breasts straining at the white cotton, V-neck tunic.  She wiped her face on the sleeve of her shirt, drying the sweat from her forehead and cheeks. Stalking across the room to the small table where Pierre sat watching, she spoke firmly. “You know what to do.”

You need more rest, Frankie,” Pierre replied, steel in his voice. “You’ve been driving yourself too hard.”  He studied her, concern in the liquid gold eyes that complimented the white-blond of his hair, giving him a leonine look.

As a master of weapons, Pierre was teaching the girls his craft. He had begun five years ago at Frankie’s request after her father had been killed and her mother abducted on that fateful voyage from France to Louisiana.

I let my guard down,” she returned, her eyes cold. “I could be dead right now. “She quickly peeled her men’s trousers down and bent over the table, grasping the other side. “Just do it!”

Pierre shot Kat a troubled look, but Kat shrugged helplessly. Sighing, he picked up the heavy paddle from the table and moved behind Frankie. It had been awhile since she had been in this position, and he felt it wasn’t deserved today, but he had promised her he would follow through.

Frankie had instituted this particular discipline a long time ago when he had first started training her. He hadn’t missed once, yet today, he did not wish to comply. However, his wishes were not what was in force here.

Reluctantly, he raised the paddle high and then brought it down with a resounding thwack across her right cheek. He could not bring himself to apply as much force as he usually did, but it was still a blow to be reckoned with.

Frankie grasped the edge of the table and hung on. The first blow was always excruciatingly painful and this one was no exception. She choked back a gasp and bit out a single word, “I!”

She tried to relax her buttocks, knowing the second one was right behind the first. When it bit into her left cheek, she grunted, “will!” Once again she braced herself for the third blow, and it landed harshly across both cheeks at once, making her gasp out, “kill!”

As each of the next three hot, painful swats burned her backside, Frankie ground out, “you…Jacques…LaSalle! I will kill you, Jacques, LaSalle,” she whispered fiercely. She collapsed across the table, her bottom on fire, the ache going deep from the heavy board. For a moment she panted, fighting for control, then slowly pushed up from the table and stiffly pulled up her trousers. Without a word, and dry-eyed, she walked proudly from the room, making her way back to her cabin.

I’m worried about her, Uncle Pierre,” whispered Kat, placing a hand on his arm.

I know, ma petite,” replied Pierre heavily. “She is driving herself far too hard. She has such a deep need for revenge.”

Do you believe our mother is still alive?” Kat stared doubtfully at her Uncle.

Pierre studied his small charge. They had sailed the seas for the better part of two years, seeking the black ship that haunted Frankie’s dreams. It haunted him too, at times.  There had been something familiar about Jacques LaSalle, but he’d only seen him from a distance and he couldn’t quite place what it was. “I don’t know,” he said hesitantly. “Although I did not witness her death, I believe the possibility of her survival is remote.”

Kat nodded, wishing there was a different answer to the question she had already asked him a hundred times. “We’ll soon be at the Hideaway and I wonder what Frankie plans to do once we get there? She can’t just attack the Nemesis, although we do have it outgunned. The Aphrodite has defeated many a ship and protected Father’s fleet well. I just wish she’d been in her guard position when the pirates attacked, Pierre. Maybe Father and Mother would still be alive.”

Undoubtedly,” agreed Pierre. “Not many pirate ships will take on a full sized galleon and LaSalle’s would have been no different. It’s a mystery as to why your father sent the Aphrodite ahead. Still, direct confrontation inside a harbor is not an option. We need to discuss it soon.”

Kat walked back to the cabin, her thoughts on her sister. They’d hit single pirate ships now and then to seek news of the Nemesis, but it seemed they always just missed it. The merchandise they lifted from the pirates went to a warehouse on Tortuga but LaSalle was never there when they delivered their goods to storage.  He was a hard man to find and they were all getting frustrated.

Taking a deep breath, Kat stepped inside the cabin where Frankie was applying an ointment to her red bottom cheeks.

I don’t know how you can allow Pierre to do that, Frankie.” She grimaced in distaste. “I certainly would never want to train that way.”

I got the idea from someone back home,” replied Frankie, rubbing the cool ointment into the burn. It was already subsiding. “It’s not so bad, and it’s a heck of a motivator. I have to admit, I’m not sure I would be so skilled this soon were it not for Pierre’s efforts.”

Her blue-green eyes twinkled at her sister in spite of her discomfort. She bent and slowly pulled up her trousers, holding her breath until they slid over her rounded backside, then heaved a sigh of relief.

We need to talk, soon,” Kat said uneasily. “We need to decide what we are going to do when we get there. We can’t fight in a harbor.”

Maybe…maybe not.”

Well, have you thought about it?”

“Yes, I’m thinking about it.”

Kat could tell Frankie was hiding something and her eyes narrowed in disapproval. “You’re not thinking of doing something wild and foolish are you? Because if you are, you know that’s my job!”

Frankie grinned. “I know full well how capricious you can be Kat. You’re a master at getting a sudden whim and flying with it and I never know what might get up to. However, I don’t have anything solid yet, just some ideas floating around in my head. But when I do, I’ll let you know.”

We only have two days left, Frankie!”

Kat threw her hands in the air when Frankie laid down on her bunk and closed her eyes and ignored her. Whirling on her heels, she turned and headed for the door. “Mon Dieu, maybe Pierre can talk some sense into you.”

By the time dinner was over that evening, Kat was emotionally spent and worn out. She was tired of plotting, tired of revenge plans, and tired of the endless talk. Plus she was sick of all the constant training and practice.  It had really been getting to her lately. The days had turned into months and the months into years as they searched fruitlessly for the black ship.

Kat was hell-bent on revenge too, but not nearly as much as Frankie. She was extremely worried about her sister, and she missed her—missed their long talks about men, and politics within the French court.

Frankie had become obsessed. Revenge on Jacques LaSalle was all she talked about, thought about, lived and breathed. Kat prayed it wouldn’t be their deaths. She still remembered the good things in life, but not Frankie. Frankie seemed to have forgotten anything else existed.

Slipping quietly out of the cabin, the young woman inhaled the fresh salt air. She did love nights on the Caribbean sea though, the cool breezes that drifted along her skin like silken fingers, the starlit skies that seemed to stretch forever.

The moon was radiant in the heavens, its silver earthbound shafts illuminating her alabaster skin with a translucent glow. The emerald dress she wore left her shoulders bare and her red gold curls brushed against the silky flesh. Her green eyes surveyed the mysterious moonlit waters as she meandered, lost in thought along the deck of the Aphrodite.

When Kat’s petite foot hit something hard, she stumbled slightly and looked down. Spying the half bottle of rum, she grinned. “Just what I need right now, something to warm the spirits. It must have rolled out of someone’s hiding place, lucky for me.” Picking the bottle up, she wiped the top and downed a long swig, choking slightly before sighing in satisfaction.

Standing on the gently swaying deck, Kat thought about the man she had left behind when they’d started this journey.

God, how she missed Mace DelaRouge!

She prayed fervently that LaSalle would be at the Pirates Hideaway, so it could finally be over. She wanted to go back to her old life—or what was left of it without her parents. And oh how she missed her gentle father. The long evenings by the fire, the discussions they had engaged in. Of course, she missed her lovely mother, but her adored father had been her childhood hero.

Kat took a few more long, soulful drinks of the intoxicating rum. As her head fell back to down the comforting liquid, her gaze fell on the crow’s nest high above her. Perhaps a loftier view would gain her a better perspective, she decided, a bit tipsy.

Putting the bottle under her arm, she began to climb the rigging, carefully making her way up the ropes until she was near the top. Laughing giddily at herself, she stopped to take another drink. Draining the last drop with relish, she threw the empty bottle out into the sea.

It was then that she heard it–the thundering roar of her Uncle Pierre. “Katherine Adele Fontaine! Get down from there this instant!”

It startled Kat, making her jump and slip on the ropes.  She suddenly found herself in the unfortunate position of dangling upside down, her foot caught in the rigging, her ruffled pantalettes billowing in the night breeze. The skirt of her day dress was hanging about her head but she managed to bend her lithe body sideways to grab onto the rigging in a death grip.   Although her heart beat a rapid tattoo at her brush with death, she scrunched her tiny nose in disdain at getting caught in such an ignominious predicament. This was not normal for the charming beauty, and she was just tipsy enough that she couldn’t think how she was going to get out of it with her usual grace and tact.

In the next moment, however, a strong arm from above reached down, and in one fast swoop, she found herself being pulled up and into the crow’s nest. As her dress settled about her legs once again, she flashed her most winning smile and spoke sweetly to her rescuer.  “Why, thank you, Gaston. You truly are a gentleman.” She hiccuped slightly. Down below, Pierre was still hysterical, and she peered over the edge.

Kat! Mon Dieu! Get down here now, and do so with care, young lady!”

His voice was unusually threatening, and Kat felt a bit uneasy. Flashing her emerald eyes at Gaston she asked, “I don’t suppose you could get rid of him as easily as you pulled me up?”

Gaston’s liquid brown eyes narrowed before yelling down to the anxious man below. “If she were my charge, Pierre, I would teach her a lesson on that tiny backside that she would not soon forget!”

Kat’s green eyes rolled in disgust as her aristocratic nose scrunched up yet again. “That isn’t quite what I had in mind, Gaston.”

Gaston’s cool gaze stared her down, and with a simple jerk of his head, he conveyed his expectations.

Fine, fine, I’m going,” she grumbled as she lifted her legs over and began to climb down.

The daughter of a Duke is expected to behave with more sense and propriety,” Gaston rebuked her sternly as he climbed down beside her to make sure she made it safely to the bottom.

Kat rolled her eyes again and mimicked him under her breath. She saw his lips tighten, but he didn’t say anything else. As soon as she was down to a safe distance from the deck, he quickly scrambled back to his high perch.

Kat felt Pierre reach out and grab her small waist in his strong hands as she neared the bottom. “Oh, for heaven’s sake, Pierre, I’m fine,” she said irritably. She tried to stomp away when she felt his hard hand on her elbow, spinning her around to face him.

Not so fast, young lady, perhaps your father’s good friend has the right idea.”

What?” Kat spat out. “Pierre, my sister may have requested that you discipline her in that fashion for her training, but that was her request, not mine. I have never requested such punishment, and I never will. Nor will she for any other reasons. Our father did not spank us, and we won’t allow you to do so either, so don’t get any ideas!” Kat jerked away from him and stormed towards their cabin. She flung the door open, her emerald eyes flashing.

Frankie looked up, startled. “What’s going on?”

Pierre threatened to spank me, that’s what’s going on,” raged Kat. “Probably because of that stupid training program you are doing with him. Honestly, Frankie, this is all getting to be too much!”

Pierre appeared in the doorway, his face set in an angry scowl. “Kat decided to climb the rigging in that dress and got her foot caught. If not for Gaston, she would have fallen to her death. And, she was drinking when she did it, I saw her throw the rum bottle overboard.”

Kat!” Frankie stared at her twin in consternation. “What were you thinking?”

I know what I’m thinking,” ground out Pierre. “I’m thinking Gaston was right, and she needs her backside attended too with a good paddling.”

Uncle Pierre!” Frankie remonstrated. “You can’t do that!”

Pierre folded his powerful arms and peered at them from beneath his bushy white-blond eyebrows. “I’m beginning to think I’ve been remiss in my guardianship. Don’t try me again, or you will both be in for an unpleasant surprise.” He turned and strode out the doorway, slamming the door behind him.

Kat and Frankie looked at each other and heaved a sigh of relief. “Try not to upset Uncle Pierre anymore, Kat,” scolded Frankie.  “He might just decide to use that paddle on us for real, and I can testify to the fact that you don’t want that.  It hurts like the very devil!”

I hope you all enjoyed that first chapter plus a bit more….the rest of the book will be out soon and I’ll have some pics to post as well on the website once I get them going. KB Manago did some caricature artwork for this story years ago and I think it needs to be shared. Here’s a few for your enjoyment. The first is where Uncle Pierre tries to take the girls in hand. Next is Frankie and Jacques, then Kat and Morgan and then Morgan and Jacques.

Pierre, Kat and FrankieFrankie and jacquesKat and Morg again...Jacques and Morg 3



Twelve Naughty Days of Christmas

Blushing Books presents their new anthology this year, Twelve Naughty Days of Christmas! There are twelve delicious stories in this book, plus a bonus! And blushing has a contest going to win a free Kindle connected with these books! Check it out on Amazon and Blushing Books! I have Christmas story in this anthology entitled “I’ll Be Home for Christmas.”  Enjoy the free excerpt below”

Drake’s  went dark and a warning brow slashed upwards at her audacity. “If you need a good butt warming, little girl, I’ll make sure you get it from now on. I’m not making that mistake again.”

“You’re doing it again,” fumed Madison, glaring back at him. It was true that she hadn’t enjoyed the spanking, but the residual warmth was spreading to other areas and the desire to be close to him was growing. There was no denying she was aroused. She felt it in her panties and the thought humiliated her. He didn’t care for her in that way anymore. Just because he’d punished with a hard kiss and a spanking didn’t mean he wanted her in his life again. That part of their relationship was over and she didn’t dare hope he might still care. That would be expecting too much and life wasn’t that good to her.

“Doing what?”

“Threatening me all the time!”

He grinned suddenly and it made her feel like the sun had come out from behind a cloud. “Baby, that’s not a threat, that’s a promise.”


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