A romance for the rest of us.
Look. Sometimes it gets boring with every erotic romance starring only the hot people, Chiseled jaws, thick flowing locks of hair, tiny waists and perfect bosoms. John Bone and Brigit O’Creagh would like to take that trope and make it walk the plank. They have scars and filthy mouths, and more that a few dents and scratches life has awarded them along the way, just like most of us. And guess what? They fall in love, too. And lust.
I love this couple possibly more than any other pair I’ve written because they’re real, dirty, and fun – just the sort of people I like to be around! And now you can fall in love with them, too. The Maid and the Cook is live on Amazon, and it’s FREE for the first 3 days! (Then it’ll be $0.99 USD)
This is the last of the extant pirates stories in The Skull and Crossbone Romances I already had written on Literotica. The next time I announce pirates coming your way, it’ll be all new material with The Carpenter and the Deckhand, and then The Merry Widow.
If you’ve read The Maid and the Cook already and would like to leave a review, well I would sure appreciate that. Even if it’s short, online reviews help indie authors like nothing else. Since it’s FREE right now, you can just one-click that thing and refresh your memory of the story. If you don’t have a Kindle or the Kindle app anywhere, well, give me a reply and we’ll work something out.
OK. I know you’re ready. Now settle in for some much-needed time below decks with the badass maid from Cork and the smitten pirate who doesn’t know what hit him!
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The Maid and the Cook, Excerpt:
“Please, John …” The words tumbled out of her, though she didn’t know precisely what it was she wanted from him. Only to beg perhaps. Beg for more.
Hearing his own name seemed to further stoke the fires of his kisses, and he carried them scorching up along her throat again until his lips found their way to hers. His mouth demanded for a final, clear moment, that Brigit O’Creagh acknowledge what was happening down here in the galley of The Devil’s Luck.
And what was happening was that she wanted this man, this pirate, to sweep her up and carry her along to all the forbidden places she’d never been.
He appeared to be well on his way to doing just that.
Righting himself, he rested his forehead atop hers and moved broad palms into a light grip just above either of her knees. She angled her head back to look up at him, thoughts spinning even as her breath slowed.
Before today, Brigit couldn’t have imagined blue eyes would remind her of fire.
With a squeeze of his thumbs, and a sliding shift of his hands a mere inch higher on her thighs, John Bone made his most dangerous promise yet. She exhaled in a silent groan that threatened to turn her wrong side out. The bare hint of a smirk on his face spoke of wickedness to come.
“Care to show me what you’re hiding ‘neath these skirts, pretty girl?”