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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…
COVER BY AMBER SHAH DESIGNS ambershah.com/designs/
‘The reason Shehanne Moore’s heroes are so damned memorable is because they are bastards. Deliciously sexy bastards who aren’t gonna change. Their redemption lies in finding a woman who stands up to them and dishes it back shovelful for shovelful. Even on supposedly taboo subjects, there’s still a hero to fantasise about and a heroine we all want to be.’ Incy Black
“Do you ever read a book that you love so much that you talk about it to people and they just don’t understand why you’re getting so hyped up? Well, this was one of those books for me……
As for Captain Flint, well, I can’t actually talk about this character without swooning into a girly heap on the floor. What a character! I have such intense views on this character I can barely even type. At the start he was the kind of guy that I’d hate, but I found myself falling for him through every word! I couldn’t stop myself. The author did an absolutely brilliant job at making me love this character.’
Mishka Jenkins, Author of The Queen’s Jester, Heart of the Arena. Amazon UK
‘Brilliantly drawn characters. Stellar writing. Emotional journey. SIX STARS if I could. This stormy romance is more than a love story—it’s a well-drawn literary adventure. A battle really. Everything from a splintering mast, a fortune to secure, a heir to conceive, and then the incredible scenes Moore’s crafted of Fury’s delivery of Fortune. Whipping wind shore, sand dunes, Flint searching for Fury, and the heart wrenching birth that I promise will bring tears to the reader’s eyes. These two aren’t strangers to romance.They’re just strangers to how to deal with the present situation when love gets a second chance.’ Book Reviews And Peeks. Full detailed review on Amazon.com
‘The Unraveling of Lady Fury is edgy historical romance distinctive and original. Lady Fury is a delight. Outwardly strong and driven; safe behind her impenetrable shell which cloaks past hardship and abuse and a broken heart that bleeds whenever she thinks about her first lover. She is intelligent used to living on her wits to survive fate’s constant curve balls. Captain Flint is an enigma whose piratical ways leave devastation in his wake from plundered treasure and ladies’ hearts. Image is everything to him, especially where Lady Fury is concerned.
Closer acquaintance with this vibrant realistic pair and you see they are Yin and Yang different but vital for the other to flourish.’ Jane Hunt, Author The Dragon Legacy, Author of The Dragon Legacy, Crimson Frost Books.
‘Right from the get go I was hooked. Moore’s character, Lady Fury is rich, full and quite amazing. The chemistry–and sparks– between her and Flint had me ducking for cover.‘ Noelle Clark, Author of Let Angels Fly. Etopia Press. Goodreads.
‘Both characters leap out from the page fully formed. Fury is no virginal debutante. This gal has lived and suffered. From her abysmal childhood in Jamaica, her deflowering by the hero, to her abusive marriage. This is an impressive debut. The author’s writing is stylish and witty. All in all a page turner and highly recommended.’ ‘Booklin’ Amazon uk
‘Have you ever read a book where the start leaves you panting? Every page you turn there’s nothing to bog the feeling down? With every chapter you grow shorter and shorter of breath? Then your eyes sting, breathing becomes impossible and a looming sense of dread
keeps you reading faster and faster?’ Aimee Duffy Author of Monster of Fame Beachwalk Press. Amazon.UK
‘Cue spotlight on a new writing talent – save the applause, have your knees hit the deck to give thanks instead! Ms Moore just broke the horizon on the historical romance genre.’ Incy Black Entangled Author, Amazon.Uk
I loved this book. It’s a big, rambunctious tale I couldn’t put down. It never sagged, or drifted for one second and Iloved the two main characters. There should be a film. Antonia Van Zandt Author of Vienna Valentine and Seducing Amanda, Amazon UK.
Some cover comments…….
I already feel a great connection with it since the dress of the front cover reminds me so much of my wedding dress…Sarah Clayton.
The dress sells it to me alone!…. Irene Handy.
It was terrific before, now it is awesome fabulous. Beautiful, sophisticated, stylish. Classy, kinda like the writer herself…Incy Black. (Err..if only –Shehanne.)
Shehanne..You will rock that dress!.. Milly Taiden.
I want that dress for the 6th year dance… Gemma Malek.
LOVE that cover…the juxtaposition of high elegant colorful society and yet lurking in the background is the seedly, transient, black n white depraved world of seafers…….Alan Davidson. Grand Piano Show.
Love the dress – it says a lot yet we don’t see her face. Like the ships too. It’s well thought out and will definitely attract readers..Lorraine Copeland.
Okay, absolutely adore!.. Rachel Firasek.
The bits where it’s pinned are gorgeous…Emily Macduff.
Wow, love the detail in that dress! Fantastic!..Ally Shields.
Aunty Shey, that cover is so classy…Michael Quinn.
Is that you?.. Diana Strachan. (Err..if only, do you need to go to specsavers? – Shehanne.)
It’s stunning…Irene Coull.
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“Well, yes,” she said, listening to the pleasing scratch of the nib on the soft paper.
“Babies are not always made in a night. Of course, you wouldn’t know that, being you. It will take time.”
“All the more reason then to just get going. After all this time, sweetheart, you don’t know how eager I am.”
He strode across the tiled floor and the ink trailed a long dark path across the paper as he dragged her to her feet. Had it blobbed it might have been something to worry about. But she was very set on this. And calm. As calm as one could be having this man in her bedroom, knowing what was coming next out of dire necessity, her husband in a box in the cellar and her cast off, potential lovers on their way out the door.
“No, James.” She held a hand up between their lips. “There will be no kissing.”
“No kissing? Why in hell not?”
It displaced her calm to see him grin. She would have preferred that he was indignant. Especially as he was a man who thought he could settle all his arguments—with women anyway—with a kiss. But she kept her face cold, blank.
“Because.” In some ways she was cold. Cold with rage.
“Aw, come on Fury, didn’t you like my kissing? Hmm?” His breath, hot and male, brushed her fingertips. He wrapped his arms around her, splaying his hands across her back, so her hand might as well not have been there for all the protection it was.
But she was calm. Didn’t she have to get into bed with him after all? So, even the impulse to squirm was one she would squash. When she thought of all he had done to her, she would give him nothing. Not even the knowledge she found his proximity so unsettling that she sought to pull away.
“Your kissing was fine, in its way, I suppose. But kissing is a sign of affection.”
“How do you make that out?”
She knew exactly why he scratched his head. Their love-making had been torrid. It had been sensual. It had been shaming. And it had been absent of any affection. Certainly on his part. So, why on earth would a kiss be a sign of anything? To him anyway. She was the damn fool who had thought it had. Who even now was forced to concede the pleasure it would be to take her hand across his face to assist his understanding of her feelings. The impertinence of the damn man, the stinging ignorance.
“It just is.” She eased the distance between them a whisper. “So there will be none. Not now. Not at all.”
“All right then. Saves time. It means—”
“Rule two.” She saw his eyes freeze as he readied himself to yank off his shirt. She persisted anyway. Why not? In many ways she walked a tightrope here. If she paused it might be to her detriment. “You will be fully dressed at all times.”
“What? How the hell am I meant to—”
“I am sure you will manage. You managed plenty before. But I do not desire to look at your body before, during, or after. Nor in any shape or form wandering about this house in just your breeches. Is that understood?”
He dropped his hands from his shirt and glared, so he must have. “You wanted to look at it plenty before. In fact, it makes my head spin, just how often you—”
True. But that was then. “Rule three.” Clasping her fingers around the cool edge of the dressing table to create another inch of distance, she continued.
“Rule three? You mean there’s more?”
“I will not touch you in any place, intimate or otherwise. I will lie. You will perform.”
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