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Guest Kryssie Fortune: Pirates, Heroes, and a Parade #MFRWAuthor

Pirates, Heroes, and a Parade

Hollywood always paints pirates as romantic rogues. I wish.

Mostly they were bloodthirsty murderers. A surprising number of them sailed the North Carolina coast. That’s where I set my 4 stand-alone romances – Heroes of Westhorpe Ridge. Most of the books touch on the state’s piratical past, but my latest one, Submission, Secrets, and the Soldier has a pirate parade. Add in the secrets and surprises and a happy every after beckons.

Let’s start with Blackbeard – AKA Edward Teach.

Born in Bristol, England, Teach enlisted in the English navy in 1706. His most famous ship The Queen Anne’s Revenge was a commandeered French Merchant vessel that he’d fitted out with forty guns. A replica sails the North Carolina coast today. Since Blackbeard never killed his prisoners, he relied on phycological techniques to maintain terrifying persona. When Lieutenant Robert Maynard defeated Teach in battle, he ordered him beheaded and his torso heaved overboard. Maynard suspended the head from the bowsprit.

William Kidd sailed North Carolina’s water’s too.

Born in Scotland, Kidd sought riches in the New World. In 1695, he returned to England and became a registered privateer. He was too good at his job. Or maybe he turned from privateer to pirate. His antics prompted one ship owner to complain to the East India Company. Thing went from bad to worse when Massachusetts governor, Richard Coote, ordered him arrested and returned to England. In 1701, he was judged guilty of piracy and hung. His treasure helped fund the Painted Hall at Greenwich, London. An acknowledgement of it is painted on the wall.

My third pirate, Jack Rackham, AKA Calico Jack designed and flew the Jolly Roger—the flag showing the skull and crossbones.  His victims were mostly fisherman. He’s better known for having women in his crew. Anne Bonney bore his child, but Mary Read held his interest too. Calico Jack and his crew were captured by Captain Jonathon Barnett. Calico Jack died in jail, but legend has it his corpse was still put on a gibbet and hung. His greatest legacy is the skull and crossed swords flag.

Pirates play a huge part in my story, Submission, Secrets, and the Soldier when Kathryn, the heroine, helps organise the labour day parade.  But sush! What happens next is one of the secrets.

Blurb

Luke Roberts, a former army mechanic, has a new sub. She’s shy and inexperienced, but willing. As he teaches her about sensation play, she fears he’ll really hurt her and screams her safewords at him. Her reaction causes Luke to have a flashback. Although he’s clawing his way back to normal, he suffers from PTSD. Determined to get well, he contacts a PTSD specialist in Westhorpe Ridge.

Kathryn Johnson has visited a BDSM club three times. When she hooks up with Luke Roberts, he unintentionally terrifies her. She swears off spankings and goes home to Westhorpe Ridge. The last person she expects to see there is Luke Roberts.

Circumstances force them to share an apartment. Can Luke protect her when danger threatens? Or is she just a temporary sub in residence?

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Excerpt

Inside the dump truck’s hopper, Kathryn screamed as the car sped toward them. “Farlaise. Straight ahead. We’re sitting ducks.”

Luke gritted his teeth and opened the throttle. The dump truck sped up. Solid, but not superfast, it trundled along the road. A brick outhouse came to mind as he headed directly for Farlaise’s car. This was one game of chicken Luke meant to win. Even if he took a bullet, he’d hold his course and keep Kathryn safe. “So, junior leaguer, how’s your pitching?”

She tried for a smile, but it turned into a grimace. “I had one of the team’s lowest earned run averages.”

Luke kept the throttle open wide. The chugging of the engine grew louder, but he’d told her the dump truck had a top speed of less than thirty miles an hour. The wind made it feel faster.

He took a deep breath and yelled, “Hooah. Balls-to-the-wall time. Our dump truck will pulverize their front end. When you’re near enough, lob one of your Molotov things in their direction. Anything to keep them off-balance since I might as well have a target on my chest sitting up here.”

She barely heard him over the engine noise. Adrenaline shot through her. She shivered with a mix of exhilaration, panic, and determination. Protecting Luke mattered more than her safety. Her fear level rose right along with her blood pressure. She could hear her heart race, but she’d keep the driver distracted. No way would she let Farlaise and his henchman hurt Luke.

Kathryn peered out the hopper. The henchman had his gun pointed directly at Luke. No way, buster.

 

More about Kryssie Fortune

Kryssie is never seen without her kindle. She reads everything and anything she can get her hands on. When she discovered hot, sexy reads, she felt like she’d found her home. The only books she hates are the ones that end with a cliff hanger or have unhappy endings.

Kryssie tries to set her stories in places she’s explored. Hopefully, it adds color to her writing. Anything can spark a story idea. Sometimes she takes liberties though. The North Yorkshire town of Whitby is one of her favorite places. To keep the details of her imaginary town, Westhorpe Ridge consistent, she mentally shunted Whitby over the Atlantic and renamed it Westhorpe Ridge.

When not writing, Kryssie loves to walk on the beach of home town, Bridlington, or potter in her garden. Popping down to London to see her family is her favorite thing to do.

Kryssie currently has thirteen books on general release along with a boxed e-book of the first three Westhorpe Ridge stories. All her stories are M/ F or M/M/F. All are edited by publishing houses in either the UK or the USA. While her stories sizzle with sex, plot comes before bed. Life’s always an adventure going on in Kryssie’s world.

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Siren Menage Amour:

Erotic Consensual BDSM, Menage a Trois, Paranormal Romantic Suspense, M/M/F, HEA

 

 

 

BLURB

Chris Spinell, Jilly Reimers, and Chris ‘Nate’ Poole are happily married. Now, living in a small town run by The Love Play Matchmaking Service, Chris Spinell hopes his family is safely away from the possible dangers that come from living in a big city.

Jilly and Nate cherish the life they have with Chris. They even love the fact that he is their Dom. BDSM gives them the structure and sense of belonging they’ve always wanted. However, life in Minaqua doesn’t give Chris the peace of mind he needs in order to quell his anxieties. The scars from his time in Afghanistan run so deep, Chris’ PTSD will not allow him to escape the fears that his family is at constant risk for harm.

When a stranger comes to town seeking to harm Jilly and Nate, Chris’ protective instincts are put to the test. Will he deal with this reasonably, or will he do whatever it takes to defend his family, including breaking a solemn oath?

A Siren Erotic Romance

STORY EXCERPT

He thought about how far his life had come in such a short time. In less than ten years, he’d gone from an ex-Special Forces soldier searching for his place in the world, to an MIT graduate, to owning the second largest independently owned and operated software integration firm in Michigan. But all of that was nothing compared to the real change that happened when his sister had recommended that he join a dating service to cure his less-than-stellar love life. And Love Play had done that and much more. In their own mysterious way, they’d managed to look into his heart and find the man and woman of his dreams. Literally. The images of Jilly and Nate had haunted his dreams after he returned from Afghanistan. During that time, he didn’t know it was them, but after he met them and they spent the night together, he knew they were the ones.

How his Eros, his matchmaker at Love Play, had known baffled him. Nevertheless, he was profoundly grateful that the man or woman, or whoever his Eros was, had put the three of them together. Now, they were married, and he was happier than he’d ever been in his life. Add to it that their love had become so deep that it had blossomed into a beautiful dominant-submissive relationship with them.

The car’s internal phone rang. It was Jilly. He pressed the icon on the car’s dashboard screen and answered.

“Hi, honey, what’s up?” he asked. He was always glad to hear Jilly’s voice.

He grasped his chest, hoping the ache would fade as he longed to see her.

“I was going over the arrangements for the party,” she said. Her sweet voice was a dulcet tone that calmed him.

“I’m thinking about how people should dress,” she said, “and the basic rules for the party.”

Jilly had the great idea to plan a Christmas party for them and their BDSM friends to be held at Love Play’s mansion. When she’d mentioned it in August, he hadn’t been wild about the idea. But after a lot of cajoling from her and Nate, they’d convinced him, and he’d given her the permission to go for it, which meant they were going to attend, too.

“High protocol is not something we do, but there’s no reason that should stop other Doms from having that with their submissives. As for clothing, you know my rules for you, too. You aren’t allowed to wear anything too revealing. The only person allowed to see your ass is me and Nate, and that’s when he’s not in trouble.”

It wasn’t as if he made them walk around with bolts of fabric hanging off their bodies, but their sexuality belonged to him.

“Dueño, that was a long time ago,” Nate said, pouting.

“It won’t happen again.”

Right after Chris had collared them, Nate bought Jilly a pair of tight jeans, high heels, and a shirt that was so form fitting it showed everything the Lord had blessed her with in the chest and told her to wear his prized choker collar. Chris had damn near had a heart attack when they came home from a late lunch in Cutlerville.

Nate grinned and asked, “Doesn’t she look hot?” Once he’d regained the ability to speak, Chris’s only reply was, “Not as hot as your ass is gonna be once I hit it with my flogger.” He ordered them both to the bedroom, flogged Nate’s ass, paddled Jilly, then fucked them without allowing either of them to orgasm. To teach Nate a lesson for encouraging Jilly to dress immodestly, he hadn’t been allow to see her bare ass for two days or have sex with her.

Nate also had to cover his eyes with his hands when Jilly wore no clothes for two days. Whereupon, Nate vowed to never encourage her to wear inappropriate clothing again.

“Dueño, I know what your rules are for us. What about the party? Kink for everyone?”

He had no appetite for that yet. He cared for his friends, especially his army buddies, the Propietarios who were into BDSM, but he wasn’t ready to see them go all out.

“This is casual, vanilla only. Leather is permitted but please do not go all out,” Chris said.

“All right, got it.”

“How are you feeling?” he asked, worried. “Still feeling worn down?”

She was at home trying to get over the remnants of a cold that lingered, giving her all sorts of problems like a fever and upset stomach. She’d feel good one moment, and then, wham, she’d have to rest because she’d be too tired to move. Despite his protests, she refused to go to the doctor again.

“Somewhat.”

He sighed. “Don’t wear yourself out today. Get some rest. That’s an order. If you aren’t better by tomorrow, we’re going downtown.”

The DMC, Detroit Medical Center, was the major medical complex in the area. It was over an hour away, and he would gladly drive her to find out what was wrong. He was not willing to risk her well-being for her selfish pride or a dumb party. He hated when she was not feeling well or was in pain. He wanted to be able to shield her from the worst the world could give so she’d be able to live a life of love and happiness. She deserved that much and more. To say he loved her would be an understatement. Heck, it wouldn’t even describe the depths of his intense feelings for them. They owned him as much as he owned them. It didn’t feel right if they weren’t healthy and safe.

“I will take it easy.”

“Okay. I love you,” Chris said.

“Love you, too,” she replied. “Love you, too, Nate.”

“I’ll call you later on to see how you are doing,” Nate said.

Chris ended the call.

“Do you think she’ll obey?” Nate asked.

 

…Follow the Rules #MWTease #MFRWAuthor

Welcome to Midweek Tease, hosted by Angelica Dawson, where authors tease you with a little something to help you stay warm till the weekend…

She’s desperately seeking a sex tutor – what if he demands total control?

BLURB

Desperate for a crash course in lovemaking, Bobbi Jo Martin seeks out her childhood best friend. A successful contractor with NASCAR dreams, Jack Day has never forgotten her—but how will he protect his heart? In a moment of sheer genius he decides to play the role of master…

WARNINGS: Explicit sex: m/f, f/f; ménage: f/f/m; light bdsm; anal play; sex toys

 

EXCERPT

“You know,” Jack continued, jutting his chin, “you still want me to—I believe your words were—to make you a woman?”

“Yes, of course.” Bobbi Jo met his gaze. “Did you think I’d change my mind?”

She had guts. He’d give her credit for that. “Just checking.”

“Well, I haven’t. When can we get on with it?” She grimaced. “I mean, when can we continue?”

“When I say so,” he declared icily.

Bobbi Jo stiffened. “Well, you don’t have to get huffy about it.”

Jack interlocked his fingers with hers and squeezed.

“Ouch.” She tried to pull back.

He held on until she stopped resisting. “Let’s get a few things straight, Bobbi Jo. You came to me. I didn’t come to you.”

Her eyebrows shot up, but she nodded her agreement.

“I’ve got something you want. A cock.” Her eyes flared. “And knowledge of how to use it. Right?”

She swallowed and slowly raised and lowered her head again.

“Good. And I’m willing to help you the best that I can.” She visibly relaxed a bit and he added, “But I’m not going to let you mess up my life. I kind of like things the way they are.”

“I’m only going to be here a short while.”

“That may be way too long, unless you follow the rules.”

REVIEWS

4.5 Stars at Romance Junkies: “One hot ride that you won’t want to miss!”

5 stars at Goodreads “Jack is not a wham, bam, thank you ma’am type of guy. He is about building up, teasing, lingering, then satisfying. He teaches her and provides Joy as another teacher…

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