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z87Okay…Pity poor Lady Fury. If the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, she is never going to reach Captain Flint Blackmoore’s. Not on what she has in her larder……. zAnd of course, Captain Flint Blackmoore decides to forget this two shit stuff and go for broke having all three. Yep it’s not just imagination she can’t afford.


What did pirates eat anyway? Well, there was…

hard tack                                    HARD TACK

A sort of Jacob’s Cream cracker minus the maggots and weevils, made with flour, salt and water. Baked hard it would last for years. You might not if you ate it  …but hey, stuck on a pirate ship you’d have no choice.


No kidding. This was made from fish bones, animal bones


and even bird bones.



bitrds-bqyc4awciaaulky1koIn fact they probably ate anything that came to hand and weren’t that fussy if the meat attached to these bones was rotten. And they didn’t much care what they ate it with either. Their fingers were absolutely fine which probably explains Flint’s lack of table manners although he can dine with the best and appear to be a  gent when he wants.

Yes. The hero of The Unraveling of Lady Fury, is always going for broke.


Ideas for what that meal consisted of? Well, Fury and Flint have history in the Caribbean and it is amazing how many Caribbean recipes are aphrodisiacs. SO maybe it was  Bull Cod Soup?


Maybe it says cod- we are looking at a certain bit of bull here –saying nothing—and scotch bonnet peppers in white rum. Of course a pirate would have to part with that rum, Flint is unlikely.

Or maybe it was Flint’s favourite dish.

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One thing I do know is it wouldn’t be these bad boys.  pirate-cookieswhich if you can’t make yourself…..


You can cheat by using digestive biccies and roll out fondant icing.

Extract… Callaloo and goat. Or is it chicken?


   “If I can trust you, and it is very much an if—” She took on that refined voice she’d somehow cultivated. “Then you may have the Blue Chamber.”

“I may? The Blue Chamber?”

“It’s a nice room, as you will have seen. You may use it freely.”

Rules thirteen and fourteen, no doubt. Amazing what the assumption of a little knowledge did for people. He swallowed the hunk of bread in his mouth. “That’s mighty nice of you.”

“Yes. Susan will serve you your meals.”

“I look forward to it. I’m ’specially fond of callaloo and goat.”


“Plenty of them running about the hillsides. You just get Susan or some of your men up there to catch them.”

“Susan? Or—” She tightened her dropping jaw. “If you want a goat you must catch it and kill it yourself.”


“Any steak will do. I’m not fussy. Chicken too. Oh, and rum. Heaps of it. Tell you what, why don’t I give her a list?”

Why the hell had her jaw dropped like that? So far, a bread roll and a handful of grapes was a starvation diet for a man being asked to do what she expected of him. Twice a day was nothing. But to order? When she didn’t even want him? He’d thought Ma’s knowledge would guarantee more than the Blue Chamber.

“It’s up to you. Chicken and rum are good for a man, an awful lot better than bread and coffee when he’s got to get with his lady twice a day, to become a daddy.”

Her face turned green as though she were in the throes of morning sickness already.





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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