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pirate week




Firstly, before we start, Renea Mason, the fabulous author 10464228_10203146814569682_4730690852122071109_n is hosting a Reader Appreciation event 10270561_512818225516249_4385728396785621378_nwith a ton of prizes and more than 50 authors participating. I didn’t have the time to participate fully but she never left me out, she is such a doll. So, if you fancy joining the raffles and giveaways, not to mention the fun, here’s the link, https://www.facebook.com/events/654051591339883/ What are you waiting for?

I’m hoping she’s going to drop by soon to talk about her new book, Between The Waters.

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Oh yes. Pirates. Well okay, can we just quit the cutlass waving and the me hearties, oh arrr shit. We are not in a bad Hollywood movie.

Captain Flint, the…maybe I should say…anti hero of The Unraveling of Lady Fury doesn’t look like….


He doesn’t even like parrots. In fact Fury trying to bring one on board the Calypso in a fancy cage is the final straw for him  the first time round. zomb8

So he dumps her and the cage on a wharf in London.


He doesn’t  wave a cutlass. He’s not even from the Golden Age of Piracy. He’s a remnant of the War of 1812 US privateers.  and he certainly does NOT dress like Douglas Fairbanks,


(Can someone please explain to me why he’s dressed like that? Had Hollywood run out of peg legs or something? )

Flint  doesn’t dress like smexy Captain Jack, either


In my ….

Launch of It's Girl Friday with INCY BLACK ham679yes we know, feature, I always ask what sort of hero do I match my heroines up to, well in the main my heroines being none too sweet get matched up to ruthless anti-hero alphas.

Do you know the trouble I had getting Flint threatening to make Fury walk the plank…in their backstory for God’s sake….past a line editor? ‘Isn’t this a little much?’ she said.  I had to say of course he was only joking.



You know, I really think Flint is misunderstood. He’s truly very nice. The poor guy has Fury to contend with, not just slapping him with rules but slapping him with anything.zom666

So pirates. Let’s start with the fun.  Who’s sumexier? Pirates? or Highlanders?

Seriously, whichever one it is, we do still love the idea of a pirate, despite the fact they were probably minus limbs, eyes, had scurvy, you name it. Maybe because the fact they were free spirits appeals to us all. Oh and the fact they swash and buckle. Favourites anyone? After all it’s not all just nice girls who love em.



Extract..The Unraveling of  Lady Fury

The thing was he’d never quite understood what it was about Fury Fontanelli. In seven years he had not thought of her, at all. Except perhaps now and again—he wouldn’t say it was more than that—that little moment when he dumped her on Fishside Wharf. Oh, and just maybe occasionally, like once, twice a year—he wouldn’t say it was more than that either—the first time he’d glimpsed her, standing at the rail of the Calypso. In Celie’s frock. At least, he hadn’t known it was Celie’s frock. Only that Celie had one just like it he’d given her from some French frigate he’d plundered. Because his attention had been riveted straight off by the knowledge that it clung a hell of a lot tighter to this woman’s breasts and hips than it had to Celie’s. Then he had been riveted by the fact that his first mate, Black Hawk Dawkins, said she had put it around half the crew that she was Celie. Celie, who was dead—information he got from Fury eventually after he’d threatened to make her walk the plank in Celie’s pretty shoes, a mile out to sea.



Genoa 1820

Rule One: There will be no kissing. Rule two: You will be fully clothed at all times…

Widowed Lady Fury Shelton hasn’t lost everything—yet. As long as she produces the heir to the Beaumont dukedom, she just might be able to keep her position. And her secrets. But when the callously irresistible Captain James “Flint” Blackmoore sails back into her life, Lady Fury panics. She must find a way to protect herself—and her future—from the man she’d rather see rotting in hell than sleeping in her bed. If she must bed him to keep her secrets, so be it. But she doesn’t have to like it. A set of firm rules for the bedroom will ensure that nothing goes awry. Because above all else, she must stop herself from wanting the one thing that Flint can never give her. His heart.

Ex-privateer Flint Blackmoore has never been good at following the rules. Now, once again embroiled in a situation with the aptly named Lady Fury, he has no idea why he doesn’t simply do the wise thing and walk away. He knows he’s playing with fire, and that getting involved with her again is more dangerous than anything on the high seas. But he can’t understand why she’s so determined to hate him. He isn’t sure if the secret she keeps will make things harder—or easier—for him, but as the battle in the bedroom heats up, he knows at least one thing. Those silly rules of hers will have to go…


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