A Pirate's Revenge

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A Pirate’s Revenge came in third for Paranormal Romance Guild in the Paranormal Romance Shifters

Finalist in RomCon’s 2014 Readers’ Crown in the Paranormal Category



Cursed by a demon, William O’Brien changes into a dragon with mystical powers he can’t control. In dragon form he becomes a ravenous beast with the power to destroy the crew of the Soaring Phoenix. He’s forced to make a decision: leave the ship or face killing the crew.

But before he can go, he discovers a new menace hunts him. The God of the Underworld has released a female demon, more deadly and evil than before, with orders to capture William and combine his powers with a male witch in order to destroy the crew of the Soaring Phoenix.

Mariah Fey, a talented witch, wants only to save her brother from the bowels of the evil pirate ship, the Fiery Damsel. If William will trust her, she can teach him how to harvest his gifts, control his abilities and together their true love can defeat their enemies.


Sexy Excerpt from A Pirate’s Revenge

Mariah stared at him without saying another word. William would not seduce her and ’twas up to her. He was a man of honor, struggling not to give into temptation, a temptation she knew he desperately wanted.

She spread her fingers across the sinews of his chest, marveling at the strength. Sliding up to cup his neck, she pulled him down, and rather than fighting her, he indulged. She helped him slip out of his shirt. His hot skin took her breath away—searing, smoldering, scorching. Yet, her hands remained cooled. Magic.

He trailed kisses down her neck and unlaced her bodice, and she trembled in anticipation, waiting to feel his lips on her. This time, he did not dissatisfy her.

He tugged her dress down and freed her breasts. Cold air rushed over her taunt skin. She wanted to plead for him to worship her with his wicked mouth. Heat swelled over her at the thought. If she were more experienced, she would have moved her fingers over his body, telling him what she wanted. She swept her gaze over his magnificent build, staring boldly at his bulging crotch. She was alive with fervor; her concentration blurred. All she wanted was to become one with William.

He lowered her down onto the makeshift bed, and his silky hair teased her bare skin, sending sensitive tingles through her. When she was on the floor, she arched her back, and her nipples budded. He suckled one tight nipple, and she cried out. She cradled his head to her breast, not wanting him to let go. His velvet tongue swirled around her bud, laving her, and she could not get enough of the sensations. She did not know if ’twas the dragon’s essence or if ’twas her desire for William. But she did not care. She wanted him. Here. Now.

“I want to taste you, Mariah.”

Damp heat gathered between her legs. “Taste me?”

“Aye, your feminine secrets. Take off your dress.”

She had no idea what he meant but was eager to discover.

William shut the canvas flap and tied the laces together. He helped her escape from her dress and bodice, his calloused fingers lightly brushing against her inflamed skin. His warm breath sent shivers down her spine and ignited a wildfire of desire through her body.

William slid his hands over the curve of her shoulders, the pads of his fingers caressing her. He pulled her toward him until they were flesh to flesh and her round breasts pushed against his chiseled chest. The cold vanished, and she melted into him. He maneuvered her onto her back, and the soft woolly blankets on the floor warmed her flesh.

He stopped kissing her. “Spread your legs.”

She nodded, eager to please. “What are you going to do?”

“Taste you.”

“Taste me?”

“Aye.” He removed his trousers, and the rustling of clothes echoed in the room.

Her heart beat wildly. What if she disappointed him?

She lay vulnerable on the blankets, and too afraid to move, not sure what to do, she rubbed her arms. He knelt and moved his palms up her calves, and she jumped.



He slid his palms between her thighs.

Feathery flames of desire fanned her inside her, and words faded from her lips.

“I’ve been dreaming of this,” he said. He pressed her thighs wider apart, and his silky hair traced down her legs.

“What are you doing?” she panted, squirming.

“Now, ’tis your time to breathe. I promise you’ll enjoy this. I swear.”

She swallowed, trying to stay still. Warm air blew on her feminine mound. She broke out in a cold sweat, not sure what to expect. He kissed her inner thigh, and she flinched.

He chuckled as he gripped her hips and anchored her buttocks to the floor. Nothing prepared her for his torrid mouth.

“William,” she squeaked and gripped the blanket tight. His tongue swiped a long, slow lick across her folds, wrenching a sob from her. She had never experienced anything so intimate, so tantalizing. “William,” she said, barely audible.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Before she could issue a thought, she murmured, “No.”