Tuesday, April 22, 2014

WIND RAVEN by REGAN WALKER.





SYNOPSIS:

Ordered by the Prince Regent into the Caribbean, English sea
captain and former privateer Jean Nicholas Powell has no time for women onboard
the Wind Raven, especially not Tara McConnell. The impudent American forced
herself aboard, and so she’ll get more than she bargained for: Instead of a
direct sail to Baltimore, she’ll join their quest to investigate a rampaging
pirate, the infamous Roberto Cofresi. But the hoyden thinks she can crew with
his men, and though he bans her from the rigging, Nick is captivated watching
her lithe, luscious movements on deck. Facing high seas, storms, cutthroats and
the endless unknown, he must protect his ship, his passenger, his crew. But on
this voyage, with this woman, there is a greater danger: to his heart.










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AUTHOR BIO:

As a child Regan Walker loved to write stories, particularly about adventure-loving girls, but by the time she got to college more serious pursuits took priority. One of her professors thought her suited to the profession of law, and Regan realized it would be better to be a hammer than a nail. Years of serving clients in private practice and several stints in high levels of government gave her a love of international travel and a feel for the demands of the “Crown” on its subjects. Hence her romance novels often involve a demanding Prince Regent who thinks of his subjects as his private talent pool. - See more at: http://boroughspublishinggroup.com/authors/regan-walker#sthash.VGWphvvH.dpuf



EXCERPT:

 “A fine fix we’re in,” Tara said, looking first at the captain and then at the night sky. The stars began to show themselves in the darkening canvas above, giving her the sense she stood on a precipice at an auspicious moment in time. It had only been a short while ago she had gained the insight she had now about the two of them. She should have realized the truth long ago.

“What do you mean?” he asked, coming up behind her, so close she could feel the heat of his chest. His warmth had always drawn her, and it was pulling her to him now like a strong undertow.

“Each of us withheld from the other the one thing we wanted,” she remarked, staring into the night sky.

“And what would that be?” He put his hands on her arms, drawing her back against his chest. She shivered with his touch but allowed it, while fighting the urge to turn and fall into his arms.

“You wanted my body and, fool that I am, I wanted your heart.”

He spun her around so fast her vision blurred. “My heart? You wanted my heart?”

“Yes, but I cannot seem to touch it.” His eyes carried a look of astonishment. “Well, you can keep it,” she said emphatically. “I don’t want it anymore. And you shall never have me!”

He stared at her for only a moment. “Oh, yes, I will.” As if she had defied one of his many orders and he was having none of it, he brought his mouth down on hers in a kiss that was claiming. One of his hands closed on her nape and his other arm wrapped tightly around her waist, holding her to him, trapping her with his powerful strength.