A Pirate's Command
by Meg Hennessy
Secrets of the Bayous #2
Publication Date: July 28, 2015
Genres: Historical, Romance
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Synopsis: His secrets could destroy her...New Orleans, 1817
Colette Kincaid once knew such love and delicious passion in the arms of her pirate husband, Donato de la Roche. Yet Colette could not continue to live as the wife of a pirate, when reunited with her family. So she fled, taking their son with her and reconciling herself to never seeing her husband again...
Until their son is taken.
Donato is convinced his wife is behind his son's disappearance-just as she is convinced he is the villain. Now they're unable to leave each other's side as they seek their child, forced to confront the desire that still smolders between them. But Donato knows that soon he must face the secret about Colette he's been hiding for so long. And it's a secret for which there is no forgiveness...
About Meg Hennessy
Meg Hennessy read her first historical romance when Rosemary Rodgers', Sweet Savage Love, swept the college campuses. She won't admit how many years ago that was, but was forever hooked on the genre of happy-ever-afters. Meg grew up immersed in the culture of her father's old Southern family and writes with a Southern flavor. It was her sense of wonderment when visiting her grandmother's home as a child that now bubbles upward into her writing of today, creating steamy nights of intrigue and romance.
She had been writing for years, but seriously pursued publication in 2009. Seeking authenticity for her first novel, she researched hundreds of books, visited numerous battlefields, and toured antebellum homes. When it came to putting pen to paper, Meg found her story-telling voice, as her heroine simply stepped into Shadows of a Southern Moon, winning the 2010 EPIC Award for best Historical Romance and launching her writing career.
Meg lives amid the beautiful rolling hills of southeastern Wisconsin. Besides writing and spoiling her much-loved horse, she enjoys backyard birding, nature walks, and admits to being a gardening addict. Having spun stories for years, she enjoys seeing her dream come true as her characters spring to life and step within the beautifully bound pages of a romance novel.
EXCERPTS:
A Pirate’s Command by Meg Hennessy
As she stood, dressed in a
chemise with diamonds hanging from dainty earlobes that once had felt his
kisses, wearing a necklace that trimmed the contours of her throat, supple,
soft, and so inviting, wearing satin slippers, she looked more the expensive
courtesan than a wife gone rogue. But his compassion was gone, vented, like a
winded sail
suddenly pierced. He reached out
and laced his fingers in the wild and free locks of her hair and wound them
tightly in his hand. Slowly he reeled her into him, pressing her body close to his
with her face upward. He ran his other hand up along the terrain of her throat
as would a sculptor admiring his work.
She inhaled deeply and ran a
tongue over her lips. He held her there, immobile, vacillating between cursing himself
for wanting her and cursing her for having left him. He tilted her head
slightly, allowing his hand full access to her throat, cupping his hand around
her neck with his thumb and forefinger. Straddling her larynx, he applied light
pressure because he could, and
she couldn’t stop him.
“Where is this little pistol of
yours?”
“I do not have it.” She didn’t
try to resist; instead she closed her eyes. He wondered if she thought he would
end her life here, for she resisted not. His thumb stroked the flawless skin
beneath her chin, reminiscing about the feel, having never touched a woman like
her.
She opened her eyes and met his.
The sea-green color reflected the mist she had thought to dab away. A tear
rolled down her cheek and over the tips of his fingers.
“You wish to harm me?” she
whispered. “It will not make this go away.”
He kept his focus on her face,
her eyes, for in them he would always find his truth.
“Do you think I wish to?” His
voice as low as the rumbling thunder that rattled the window panes. “Or that I
would?”
She drew another long, deep
breath. Her breasts pressed against his chest; he felt the air come and go and
a slight muffled sob that escaped. She was powerless and she knew
it.
“No, I do not think that.” Her voice was just
a whisper, but had a hungry sound to
it that made him wonder who he
was speaking to, his wife or Jordan’s sister?
“No, harm you, I will not, but
take you at my leisure, I will.”
He brushed her lips with his. Her
mouth opened slightly for him. She tasted sweet and salty, tears mixed with beauty. He dropped his
hand from her throat and wrapped
it around her body. At more than
six feet, Donato towered over Colette. He
nearly lifted her from her feet.
But he didn’t care; he had wanted this kiss since he’d seen her in New Orleans,
when she had fought him on the dock, when she had kept a rigid
spine and led them through the
swamp, and when she had fallen overboard and dangled above a furious sea. He had
almost asked her permission before, only to be rebuked,
but not this time. This kiss was
his, and damned if he wasn’t going to take it.
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