These ‘about me’ sections, or even sections that inform you about blogs, have never been my forte. Much to my chagrin, I was never taught the unwritten rules of what you are supposed to say. The links at the side of the blog – Twitter and Goodreads, for example – are liable to tell you more than I could ever say in words.

Mostly, this will be a book blog. I read a lot, and I love to share my views on my most recent reads. I try to read a little bit of everything, but if you look closely you’ll notice I will occasionally become obsessed with one specific genre for a short period of time. Old books, new books, yet to be released books – I read them all. If you’re an author looking for advance readers or just wish for more reviews of a book you’ve already released, please feel free to contact me. There is a contact form at the side of my blog – if you scroll down below the Twitter and Goodreads sidebar you will find it – so drop me a message and I’ll be sure to get back to you in double time. After all, finding new authors is what makes the book world go around.

Thanks for taking your time to read this. With a little bit of luck, you will find my blog much more interesting than this mundane introductory section.

Tuesday, 8 August 2017

Blog Tour: The Pirate's Duty.

He lost everything . . . but his duty to her brought him back to life.

Innkeeper Oriana Thorpe is a smuggler’s daughter who has been hardened by a legacy she cannot escape. She has risked everything, including her safety, in her attempts to break free, going so far as to challenge her evil pirate brother, Charles, in order to save a lady and her maid from his wrath. Determined to atone for his villainy, Oriana distributes the blood money he left behind to widows and orphans living nearby. But when threatening letters promising retribution begin to arrive from Charles, she suspects one or more of her customers may be her despicable brother’s spies. Yet one haunted man promises to protect her, and she finds herself taking the greatest risk of all—falling in love.

Captain Pierce Walsingham should have died when his ship was destroyed by the notorious smuggler Captain Carnage. Instead, Pierce was pulled from the water by the Robin Hood of Cornwall, a pirate known only as the Black Regent. In gratitude, Pierce accepts the Regent’s offer to take over the man’s role, allowing his name to be added to the list of the dead and vowing to protect the beautiful innkeeper who saved his sister Chloe’s life. Unfortunately, Oriana is also Carnage’s next of kin, and the smuggler has sworn vengeance against her and Chloe.

While there is no cause dearer to Pierce’s heart than stopping Carnage, the task won’t be easy. Strategic allegiances have replenished his enemy’s power at sea, and he’s moving ever closer to enacting his revenge. Now Pierce must find a way to defeat Carnage, all while fighting his desire for the resilient woman who fiercely defends her roost. 

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National bestselling historical romance author Katherine Bone has been passionate about history since she had the opportunity to travel to various Army bases, castles, battlegrounds, and cathedrals as an Army brat turned officer’s wife. Who knew an Army wife’s passion for romance novels would lead to pirates? Certainly not her rogue, whose Alma Mater’s adage is “Go Army. Beat Navy!” Now enjoying the best of both worlds, Katherine lives in the south where she writes about rogues, rebels, and rakes—aka pirates, lords, captains, duty, honor, and country—and the happily-ever-afters that every alpha male and damsel deserve.

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“Jarvis?” he whispered.
A stirring of rock.
He turned, just barely avoiding being bludgeoned by a miner’s pick. He reacted, veering sideways, and lost his grip on the lantern. It fell, landing in one piece on several bags of highly flammable tobacco. Christ! If the lantern broke before he could retrieve it, a fire would ignite, and fed by the liquor and tobacco stored in the cellar, the fire would cause the entire inn to explode, killing everyone sleeping inside.
His assailant gave him no time to remedy the situation, though. He came hard and fast, his momentum forcing Walsingham back into the shelf. Produce jars clanked loudly behind his head then tumbled to the ground, breaking, as Walsingham wrestled with his attacker. He grabbed the pick’s shaft, pushing against it with all his might to keep from being impaled as it pressed into his throat, cutting off his air.
A sour taste filled his mouth, and he wheezed.
Damn it, this is not how I’m going to die!
Caught in a contest of wills, Walsingham struggled to survive long enough to save the Roost. He gritted his teeth, and his muscles screamed for clemency as a tidal wave of strength burst forth from his core. He pushed against his attacker, grunting with the effort, and found himself gazing into the eyes of Fergus Argall.
“You!” Walsingham raged.
His pulse beat in his throat as Fergus blew out a long breath and sneered. “Thought ye were smarter than Carnage, did ye? He’ll reward me plenty for taking care of ye.”
Fergus’s laughter became a snarl as Walsingham clamped his teeth and tightened his fingers around the pick shaft. He dug in, thrusting all his weight forward to force Fergus off-balance. Propelled backward, Fergus struggled to raise the pick and launch another attack.
Walsingham was ready. He used Fergus’s disrupted balance to his advantage and slung a bag of tea at his uplifted arms. Fergus instantly lowered them as Walsingham hit him again, this time in the knees. Fergus went down, and the pick rattled to the ground.
“No! Don’t!” Fergus cried out as Walsingham grabbed the pick and raised it to strike. He lifted his hands in surrender. “Wait!”
Hesitation caused death, and yet, as Walsingham stood there, poised above Fergus, he fought his impulses to kill the man. What if Fergus had information that could help them? Walsingham rammed the blunt end of the pick into Fergus’s head, knocking the man out cold, and then retrieved the lantern before a spark destroyed them all.

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