Excerpt & Giveaway: Devil's Island by Mimi Sebastian
Devil’s
Island
Sea
Rovers Passion Series Book One
Mimi
Sebastian
Blurb
Captain
Boone Wilder leads a cadre of powerful and notorious pirates that
rule the West Indies. He's survived the cutthroat's life, bearing the
scars to prove it. Fearless, he seeks only the freedom of the seas
and an enemy he's hunted with a vengeance for years. When Boone
waylays a fat merchant vessel bound for Port Royal, he discovers more
than he bargained for in the luscious bounty of Miss Sabine Tanner.
But Miss Tanner hides more than tempting curves in her skirts. When
Boone finds her sneaking about the Port Royal taverns, meeting with
dubious captains, he's determined to learn what devious game she’s
playing.
The
daughter of a condemned pirate captain, Sabine Tanner took to the
seas to clear her father’s name and locate her father’s legendary
treasure. When her ship bound for Port Royal is boarded, she's
captured by the sun-bronzed, muscular Captain Wilder. While the man
is dangerously attractive, she knows from experience that Wilder is
nothing but a scabrous bilge rat. Circumstances force her to sail
with the scoundrel to find her father's ship, lost on the phantom
Devil's Island. Driven by opposing agendas, will they survive the
hidden truths, or does their greatest threat lie with each other?
Excerpt
Wilder.
It
couldn’t. It simply couldn’t.
She
bent close to Barth, without tearing her gaze from Captain Wilder.
“Don’t you dare say anything.”
His
jaws worked his chew spasmodically, barely able to contain his desire
to shout out their identities to the pirates.
He
finally spit. “But…it’s Boone.”
“No,”
she whispered through her clenched teeth. “You promised.”
“Aye,
what’s going on? Hush now,” one of the pirate crew admonished,
drawing the unwanted attention of Boone Wilder. Bloody hell. He
turned and commanded one of his crew, Flory, to take her below.
Sabine
followed the spindly lad down the ladder to a small cabin in the
stern that shared the gallery—a balcony stretching across the
stern—with the larger stateroom. Flory locked the door behind him
and left her trapped inside.
Sabine
sat on one of the velvet upholstered chairs and cursed. Boone was a
fair pirate, that much she knew. He was fierce without succumbing to
brutality. And he was dangerously competent, one of the youngest
pirates she knew of to command a ship of force and crew of at least a
hundred men, now more. And her father had urged her to seek his aid.
Yet
why couldn’t she?
She
shuddered at the smile he gave her before Flory ushered her below
deck. She wrapped her arms around herself and paced. She
walked to the cabinet and fingered the books and navigational charts
probably stolen from captured vessels. She unrolled one of the charts
and admired how the cartographer had noted even the smallest of
detail in drawing the area’s islands, currents, and longitude
lines.
Sabine
flinched and dropped the chart when the door latch clicked and the
heavy wood creaked open. She lifted her chin, knowing the unwanted
visitor was Boone, yet despite her effort to appear calm and
unaffected, her resolve wavered at the sight of him, standing a
dangerous pace away. If before he seemed like a distant painting, now
he stood before her, very real—breathing and virile—staring at
her with an unfathomable expression in his gray eyes that imitated
the cool beauty of granite. She picked up the chart and tucked it
back in the cabinet, her prickling nerves well aware of him watching
her.
“What
will you do with us?” she asked after clearing her throat.
“What
is your name?” he asked instead, his tone clearly indicating he’d
be the one asking questions.
“Miss
Thatcher. Where were you headed?”
“Port
Royal.”
He
studied her for a moment before responding. “And what business does
a woman of London have in Jamaica?”
“I’m
going to meet my father. He owns a shipping company.”
He
circled behind her, like a predator seeking the vulnerable, exposed
parts of her body before closing in for the kill. She felt his breath
on her neck, causing her skin to prickle. “What’s the name of the
company?”
“Thatcher
Enterprises.”
She
felt his heat move away from her and resumed her breathing.
“Never
heard of it.”
“I’d
not expect a pirate to.”
He
closed the distance between them, stopping too close for Sabine’s
fluttering heart, and ran a finger over the small rise of her
breasts, causing her breath to skip. “Yes, I’m a pirate. Best you
remember that.”
He
lifted his finger to twirl a stray lock of her hair and stared at her
a few more seconds before striding back to the door. “I plan on
dropping this vessel in Port Royal along with her crew.”
“And
me?”
He
kept his back to her and paused before answering. “I haven’t
decided what to do with you, Miss Thatcher.” The way he said her
fake name made her think he didn’t believe it was real for a
second. Sabine heaved a breath after he closed the door. She ran her
hand over her chest where he’d grazed her skin. Damn him. Boone
Wilder was every bit the bastard she remembered.
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Mimi
Sebastian raised herself on books and the strange and unusual with an
unhealthy dose of comics and swashbuckling Errol Flynn movies. Loving
angst-filled romance thrown in, she decided to blend all those
elements in a steamy mix in her first Urban Fantasy series, the
Necromancer Books. The first book, The Necromancer’s Seduction,
debuted July 15, 2013, with ImaJinn Books.
Mimi
spent two years in the Ivory Coast with the Peace Corps and loves to
introduce tidbits from her experiences in her writing. She’s a
member of Romance Writers of America and the Fantasy, Futuristic and
Paranormal chapter of RWA. A transplant from the beaches of Florida,
Mimi now wanders the desert in Phoenix, AZ, and attempts to balance
writing with a day career, fantastic family, and household diva: her
Amazon parrot.
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