November 28th, 2020
Home | Log in!

On Top Shelf
Kathy LyonsKathy Lyons
Fresh Pick
A WARM HEART IN WINTER
A WARM HEART IN WINTER

New Books This Week

Latest Articles

Holiday Giveaways

Reviewer Application


Giving thanks for reading in November

Slideshow image


Since your web browser does not support JavaScript, here is a non-JavaScript version of the image slideshow:

slideshow image
Romance and adventure. Passion and revenge. Blood Moon.


slideshow image
Asritakalpalateeka. Revelations.. the tree with 12 kinds of fruit.


slideshow image
Someone is trying to kill the Earl of Merton


slideshow image
She thought she had it all figured out.


slideshow image
Four bestselling authors create joyous romance around the Thanksgiving holiday


slideshow image
14 heartwarming Amish Christmas stories from 14 of your favorite Amish authors.


slideshow image
A secret no one dared whisper…


Excerpt of The Rogue Pirate's Bride by Shana Galen

Purchase


Sons of the Revolution Trilogy #3
Sourcebooks Casablanca
February 2012
On Sale: February 7, 2012
Featuring: Bastien; Raeven
352 pages
ISBN: 1402265557
EAN: 9781402265556
Kindle: B006IBFWPI
Paperback / e-Book
Add to Wish List

Romance Historical

Also by Shana Galen:

Bachelors Of Bond Street, October 2019
e-Book
A Duke A Dozen, September 2019
e-Book
The Claiming Of The Shrew, April 2019
e-Book
To Tempt a Rebel, March 2019
e-Book
Taken By the Rake, February 2019
e-Book
To Ruin A Gentleman, January 2019
e-Book
Unmask Me If You Can, November 2018
e-Book
Mrs. Brodie's Academy For Exceptional Young Ladies, September 2018
e-Book
An Affair with a Spare, July 2018
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book
No Earls Allowed, March 2018
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book
The Desires of A Duke, December 2017
e-Book
Third Son's a Charm, November 2017
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book
Traitor in Her Arms, September 2017
e-Book
I Kissed a Rogue, March 2016
Paperback / e-Book
The Spy Beneath the Mistletoe, November 2015
e-Book
A Gentleman for All Seasons, November 2015
e-Book
Christmas in Duke Street, October 2015
e-Book
A Grosvenor Square Christmas, October 2015
e-Book
The Rogue You Know, September 2015
Paperback / e-Book
Dancing in the Duke's Arms, July 2015
Paperback / e-Book
While You Were Spying, April 2015
e-Book
Earls Just Want To Have Fun, February 2015
Paperback / e-Book
All I Want for Christmas is Blue, December 2014
e-Book
Christmas in the Duke's Arms, October 2014
e-Book
Love And Let Spy, August 2014
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book
The Pirate takes a Bride, May 2014
Paperback / e-Book
Sapphires Are an Earl's Best Friend, March 2014
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book
True Spies, September 2013
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book
If You Give A Rake A Ruby, March 2013
Paperback / e-Book
When You Give A Duke A Diamond, September 2012
Paperback / e-Book
The Rogue Pirate's Bride, February 2012
Paperback / e-Book
Lord and Lady Spy, September 2011
Paperback / e-Book
The Making of a Gentleman, October 2010
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book
The Making Of A Duchess, June 2010
Mass Market Paperback / e-Book
Blackthorne's Bride, November 2007
Paperback
Good Groom Hunting, February 2007
Paperback
No Man's Bride, September 2006
Paperback
Pride and Petticoats, January 2006
Paperback
When Dashing Met Danger, April 2005
Paperback

Excerpt of The Rogue Pirate's Bride by Shana Galen

Bastien stood in the companionway outside his cabin and frowned. It was quiet. Too quiet.

He was tempted to search out Mr. Maine to see whether the quartermaster had put the black-haired hellion in his cabin as instructed. But Bastien knew Maine too well. The girl was in there.

He glanced down at his coat, at the ripped sleeve. Ah, yes. His cabin girl was going to work off the damage, even if it made both of them miserable. He’d guarantee she was the more miserable.

Best he instruct her on her duties so she could begin.

He opened his cabin door, noted a lamp had been lit, and glanced about. For a great cabin, it was small, but he didn’t see the woman. His gaze scanned the neat, trim room—berth, trunks, desk...

Where the hell was she? Could she be hiding? Where? In the trunk?

He stepped inside and realized too late his mistake. He turned quickly enough to avoid the worst of the blow, but he still felt the force of the object slam into the side of his head. For a moment, bright white dots danced before a sea of black, and then he reached out and grabbed the hellion.

She had the object raised! Damn him if she wasn’t going to strike again!

But he had his hand wrapped around her wrist now, and he twisted it violently. She cried out, and he muttered, "Drop it."

"No."

The black sea was fading now, and he was able to focus on her face. It was set in a stubborn expression, those green eyes flashing like the ocean during a tempest. He tightened his grip and saw her jaw clench, but she didn’t drop the candlestick she held.

Merde. The thing was brass and had to weight two pounds. She really did want to kill him. Anger shot through him as his head throbbed again, and he wrenched her arm. The little hellion held on, so he pushed her up against the door, slamming it closed in the process.

Her eyes were watering with pain now, but she still held the candlestick. "Drop it."

"No!" The word was barely a breath.

He shook his head. "Mon Dieu! Are you always this stubborn?"

"Some might call it persistence," she grit out.

He had her pinned to the door, one hand restraining her wrist and the candlestick she held aloft, and the opposite hand trapping her shoulder. In one quick motion, he released her shoulder, plucked the candlestick from her grasp, and tossed it over his shoulder. It thudded on the floor just as her fist came up. But he caught that too, grinned, and forced it back against the wood. Now he had both hands pinned to the door. "I can be persistent as well."

He was looking directly into her eyes and realized, slowly, their bodies were flush against one another.

"Don’t get any ideas," she said.

He raised a brow. "What kind of ideas?" But his body had a mind of its own. He was more than aware of the warmth of her skin, the feel of her soft curves against his muscles, and the sweet, cherry smell of her hair. But something wasn’t quite right...

He couldn’t feel the swell of her breasts. He glanced down, noted her white shirt was all but flat. He looked into her eyes again. "Bound them, did you? Clever disguise."

"It fooled you, pirate."

He sighed. "Are we back to that again? I told you, I’m not a pirate. I have a letter of marque from—"

"I don’t care what country’s flag you fly under. I know what you are. And what you did. Now get off me!" She shoved back hard, taking him by surprise. But he was a good deal larger than she and much stronger. He held her in place, rather liking this position and the view it afforded him of her eyes. They were undoubtedly her best feature—well, the best of the ones he could see at the moment. Her nose was a bit too snub, her lips too small—or perhaps that was because she had them firmly compressed—and her chin jutted too sharply. But those eyes were amazing. He’d never seen anyone with such vividly green eyes. They reminded him of a lush pasture or of a shower of emeralds.

And now he was reminding himself of some god awful poet. He shook his head and hopefully rid himself of all poetic urges.

"Do you have a name?" he asked.

"What?" She blinked at him. "No."

"And you say I’m the bastard. Very well then, I shall call you Cabin Girl."

She snorted. "You can try it."

"You need some sort of name. How else will you come running when I call?"

Her mouth dropped open, and she let out a short, incredulous laugh. "Oh, you’re just full of delusions."

"We’ll see." He glanced about the cabin. "And your first task, Cabin Girl...is to empty my chamber pot."

She smiled sweetly. At least he supposed that was her version of a sweet smile. "Of course," she cooed. "Release me, and I’ll empty it."

Excerpt from The Rogue Pirate's Bride by Shana Galen
All rights reserved by publisher and author

© 2003-2020 off-the-edge.net  all rights reserved Privacy Policy