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Samuel Keegan used to man the wheel of the Sea Dog over 200 years ago, but these days he’s the front man of a southern rock band. Rum and women are plentiful, but his world is changing rapidly now that his crew is back together searching for the Holy Grail to break their curse. But the quest leads him to a historian with raven hair and a wicked smile. She holds all the answers, but she could also spell death for them all.
Dr. Charlotte Sinclair works for the Maritime Museum in Savannah, an expert on ancient pirate wrecks. When a government agent requests her help in a top-secret investigation, she discovers not only is the Holy Grail real, but the lead singer of her favorite band is actually the immortal pilot of the Sea Dog crew.
The search for the Grail opens some dark secrets better left hidden, and Charlotte’s life might depend on one Pirate’s Passion…
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Pirate’s Passion
by Lisa Kessler
Series
Sentinels of Savannah
Genre
Adult
Paranormal Romance
Publisher
Entangled Amara
Publication Date
October 22, 2018
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LISA KESSLER is an Amazon Best Selling and award winning author of dark paranormal fiction. Her debut novel, Night Walker, won a San Diego Book Award for Best Published Fantasy-Sci-fi-Horror as well as the Romance Through the Ages Award for Best Paranormal and Best First Book. Her short stories have been published in print anthologies and magazines, and her vampire story, Immortal Beloved, was a finalist for a Bram Stoker award. When she’s not writing, Lisa is a professional vocalist, performing with the San Diego Opera as well as other musical theater companies in San Diego. You can learn more at http://Lisa-Kessler.com She loves hearing from readers!
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“Are you always so difficult?” Special Agent Jude Fallon seemed to savor a good rhetorical question.
When I was told that my FBI handler was named Jude, I thought I’d be working with someone who looked like Jude Law. No luck. Jude was shaped like an egg with legs. Her best assets were her slender legs that seemed to get lost beneath her wide frame, short neck, and full face. Worse, Jude Fallon made Judge Judy seem like a real softy.
“For someone who was granted immunity despite the fact that you destroyed evidence and went directly against orders from the judge to preserve the personal email accounts”—her mousy brown hair slowly swayed from side to side—“I’d think you’d be more appreciative.”
“I am.” My voice rose but so did my composure. “Jude, I am extremely appreciative. But,” I paused, knowing that in respect to this subject, I walked on holy ground, “I was granted immunity in exchange for my testimony. So it’s not like I walked away scot-free. I still have to testify.” When she didn’t rebuke me or roll her eyes, I continued. “I just don’t understand why I have to leave Napa. I did everything you wanted me to do. I worked in the hotel as a wine educator in a dark, damp cave.”
“Yes, well, the property is drawing too much attention to itself.” Her arms crossed over her dull gray blazer that seemed like the uniform standard for the FBI.
“That’s it? That’s all you’ll give me.” I was willing to beg for more info. “Jude, the Point’s a five-diamond resort—that alone draws attention. If you didn’t want me discovered, you should have had me work at some Travelodge along the highway.”
“That’s still an option.” When Jude exhaled, her nostrils flared, which wasn’t a very good look for her. “But I don’t trust you being so close to a truck stop.”
It felt like the air was knocked from my lungs. Low blow.
“That’s not fair.” My eyes stung, but I refused to let her see me crack. “What happened in Wyoming was different.”
“You’re right. In Wyoming, you just broke about a half-dozen federal and state laws.”
“That was never my intention,” I said, but it didn’t matter how many times I pleaded my case to Jude, she’d only see me as a rule breaker. Or worse, a criminal.
Still, my fate was in her mannish hands so the faster her tirade ended, the sooner I’d discover where I was being sent.
“So, where am I headed now?” My voice sounded as deflated as I felt. Until the Wyoming case went to trial, I’d forever be hopscotching from one Point resort to another, always with the intent of staying under the radar. Jude figured the best place to hide me was out in the open. People never saw what was right in front of them. And no one in Wyoming would ever think to look for me at a five-diamond resort.
“You have two choices—New York or Long Beach.”
I didn’t remember a Point resort in Long Beach, but I only googled their flagship properties. And I knew from online chat groups that the New York City Point Resort did not treat their employees well. Long Beach had to be far less crowded than New York City. Plus, unless it was false advertising, it had a beach. There weren’t any beaches in Wyoming. Score.
“Long Beach.” I smiled.
“Listen, Roberts, you draw any attention to yourself, you’re going to Kansas.”
I didn’t remember any Point resorts in the Midwest. “What’s there for me in Kansas?”
“Leavenworth.”
“But that’s a men’s prison,” I said.
“No, it’s a men’s penitentiary and you’ll be mighty popular there,” she said without a hint of a smile.
“So, the West Coast, then.” I tried to bring the conversation to something happy like the sun, a sandy beach, and not seeing Jude. A break from my egg-shaped handler would be welcome.
Mary resides in the Cowboy State with her unabashedly bald husband, her four amazing children, two fantastic step-kids, and their runaway dog. She does her best writing (in her head) on her daily runs in wild, romantic, beautiful Wyoming.
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Life shattered my body, now it wants to break my heart.
Jaymerson Holloway thought all her heartache and pain were behind her. Unfortunately, life has other ideas. The one person she needs, who understands what it’s like living in the shadow of Colton Harris’s death, is his twin brother, Hunter.
But stories don’t always end happily.
Leaving everything behind to follow her dreams, Jaymerson travels to Italy where she learns to stand her own feet, move on with her life, and open her heart to another. But nothing prepares her for watching Hunter’s career erupt on TV: his wins, his flings, the agony of him falling in love with another, and worst of all watching his world get shattered into pieces again.
When Jaymerson returns home and their paths cross, but they are no longer the same people, and the old animosity they used to feel for each other flares between them again. Especially when more secrets and truths are revealed, breaking everything they once had together.
Their undeniable chemistry continues to twine their lives together, even though it will only end in heartbreak and pain.
Don’t miss the second installment of the Blinded Love Series, Broken Love, the final story of Jaymerson and Hunter. But don’t despair. Stevie is up next in the third book, Twisted Love.
LUCKY TOWN
A Badlands Novella
MORGAN BRICE
GAY ROMANCE/FANTASY
RELEASE DATE: 11.01.18
Cover by Natania Barron
BLURB
Psychic medium Simon Kincaide and his boyfriend, Myrtle Beach homicide detective Vic D’Amato, find that the only thing more frightening than murder might be navigating their first holiday season as a couple.
A trip back to Pittsburgh to spend Thanksgiving with Vic’s large, exuberant family means dodging old frenemies and a bitter ex-boyfriend. A cold case comes back to haunt Vic when the murdered man’s ghost begs Simon for justice. Then a new murder in Myrtle Beach looks suspiciously familiar, and the dead woman’s ghost isn’t playing nice. When Simon gets a vision of the next victim before the crime occurs, he realizes that all the murders are supernaturally linked. Catching the murderer will take his psychic sleuthing skills along with Vic’s street smarts to avert a tragedy. Can they do right by ghosts past, present and yet-to-come without ending up in the crosshairs of a killer for Christmas?
Lucky Town is 1.5 in the Badlands series
EXCERPT
“Remind me why we decided to repaint right before Thanksgiving?” Simon Kincaide wiped a smear of paint off his forehead after he put down the roller.
“So all the new paint stink can go away while we’re in Pittsburgh,” Vic D’Amato replied.
Simon paused to admire the view. His boyfriend’s ass looked mighty fine up on that ladder, and the old jeans and t-shirt were just a little too snug. The tribal tat sleeve always made Simon’s heart race, and he lost a few seconds thinking about the other places Vic had ink and how much he wanted to lick those spots, later that night.
“Simon! Focus!” Vic sounded fondly annoyed as if he knew exactly where Simon’s mind had wandered.
“I was focusing,” Simon grumbled with a smile.
“Yeah, on my ass.”
“Vain, much?”
Vic grinned. “You were, weren’t you? Let’s finish the room and clean up, and I’ll give you something to focus on in the shower.”
“Hell, yes!” Simon adjusted himself in his jeans and went back to work with a renewed sense of purpose. Normally, painting didn’t put him in such a good mood, but the reason for the spruce-up certainly did.
After months of dating, Vic was finally moving in with him and they had decided to get a jump on making some updates. That suited Simon just fine, since the “blue bungalow” still was largely in the shape it had been when he bought it from his aunt and uncle three years ago. They had stopped wintering in Myrtle Beach for health reasons, and Simon, who had fled to the beach after his life in Columbia, SC fell apart, needed a place to stay. They’d sold it to him for a fraction of the value, insisting he take it, and Simon had fallen in love with the retro fifties vacation home only a few blocks from the ocean and from his shop, Grand Strand Ghost Tours. Now, it proved lucky that the bungalow was close to the Myrtle Beach Police Department, so that Vic could also walk to work.
Simon hummed as he painted. He reached up to adjust the bandana he had tied to keep the paint out of his chestnut-brown man bun. During the summer, the sun added golden streaks to his hair, but now that it was nearly Thanksgiving those had faded, and he was seriously thinking about getting highlights to replace them. Vic would probably never let me live it down, even though he’d secretly love it.
He and Vic were a study in contrasts. Vic’s black hair was cut in a fade, buzzed on the sides and longer on top. His olive skin still hadn’t lost the dark summer tan Simon could never acquire, even if he spent all day, every day, baking on the beach. Vic was all muscle, with biceps and thighs that made Simon hard just thinking about them. Add the gun and badge, and homicide detective Lieutenant Vic D’Amato was one hot honey.
Simon still wondered how he got so lucky. At five foot, ten inches, he was a solid four inches shorter than Vic, and his hair fell to his shoulders when he didn’t put it up. Simon had a slender build with lean muscle, and while Vic let him know in a million ways that he found Simon very attractive, Simon had spent more time focused on academics than the gym. He’d earned a Ph.D. in Folklore and Mythology and looked like he had it made, with a tenure-track teaching position at the University of South Carolina and a handsome fiancée. Then the father of one of Simon’s students had a fit about the “occult” subjects Simon was teaching, and his gifts as a psychic medium sealed his fate. He’d been fired, and Jacen, his fiancée, decided that Simon was a liability to his own ambitions, cutting him loose. Simon had come to Myrtle Beach to lick his wounds, then decided to stay and open Grand Strand Ghost Tours. Three years later, he couldn’t imagine living anywhere else, and didn’t want to be anywhere without Vic.
“I hope you like the way the new paint looks,” Vic said as he climbed down the ladder, bringing his nearly empty tray and roller with him. He sounded hesitant, and Simon knew his lover was worried about making too many changes.
“I love it,” Simon said, pulling Vic in for a kiss. They were both sweaty and reeked of paint. That just gave the whole thing a “naughty handyman” vibe in Simon’s mind. “And I love that you’re moving in.”
“Love you, too,” Vic replied, returning the kiss. “And the neighbors already think I live here. The only stuff left in my apartment are the boxes I never unpacked from Pittsburgh.”
“Saved you from doing it twice,” Simon joked, although the mention of Pittsburgh dimmed his mood, just a little.
They pitched the disposable liner trays and rollers, put the lids on the cans and washed out the brushes, then headed for the bathroom, careful not to touch any of the wet paint on the walls. The bungalow wasn’t that big, but trying to paint several rooms in one weekend felt like it had expanded to be a McMansion.
Vic chucked his paint clothes at the laundry room door, and walked the rest of the way naked, shooting a mischievous glance at Simon over his shoulder. Simon wolf whistled, then did the same, sprinting to catch up.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Morgan Brice is the romance pen name of bestselling author Gail Z. Martin. Morgan writes urban fantasy male/male paranormal romance, with plenty of action, adventure and supernatural thrills to go with the happily ever after. Gail writes epic fantasy and urban fantasy, and together with co-author hubby Larry N. Martin, steampunk and comedic horror, all of which have less romance, more explosions. Characters from her Gail books make frequent appearances in secondary roles in her Morgan books, and vice versa.
On the rare occasions Morgan isn’t writing, she’s either reading, cooking, or spoiling two very pampered dogs.
Other books include Witchbane, Burn, Dark Rivers, and Badlands. Watch for more in these series, plus new series coming soon!
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