Hello, my lady pirate and Mordgris lovers!
I am thrilled, thrilled, THRILLED to announce that the Lady Pirates trilogy is a done deal and out in the world!
You can pick up Lady Pirates 3, On Sinister Shores as part of the ROGUE SKIES collection today!
It’s just $0.99 for On Sinister Shores and the other 20+ books in the set, but hurry– that deal only lasts until this Sunday, September 22!
See below for a little Grace/Leo sneak peek!
“I’ve only just remembered that I asked you and Sam to survey the cargo and supplies. What did you find?”
He blanches. “THAT’S what you were thinking about when I was kissing you?”
“Why? What were you thinking about?” The question slips free in a desperate bid for control over the situation. But I embolden him.
He steps closer, looking as though he means to kiss me again and remind me what I should be thinking of. But when he leans down, it’s not to my lips… but my ear. The Allarian nobleman’s voice is a velvety purr as his breath mists over my lobe.
“I was thinking of mouths,” he says innocently. “Hot and wet.”
My own mouth goes dry.
“Skin,” Leo continues, drawing the back of his hand down my cheek. “Taut and tight.”
I shiver in delicious anticipation, unable to help it as I lean into his touch.
“Your voice,” he says.
“Leo, I–“
“Yes, just like that,” he says, pulling back slightly to look down at me with a smirk. “Your voice saying my name. However did you guess?”
All right, enough is enough. I step back and frown. “Your report of the cargo, Mr. Wesson?” I ask pointedly.
It doesn’t break the delight dancing in his eyes. Where had my flustered nobleman gone? I wonder with dismay. But I’d forgotten that Leo was the same cocksure boy who had swept his way into Captain Ilene’s cabin on the Luck and never broke a sweat.
“Ah, that’s right,” he says with the same low pitch to his voice. “You wanted to know what we found down below.” His lips quirk. “Coincidentally, that was something I was thinking of during our kiss as well.”
My brow furrows.
“We found sheets, you see, Grace,” he says smoothly. “Miles and miles of tangled sheets.”
