From Little Acorns….Exclusive Guest Post, Excerpt and Giveaway by Virginia Heath

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I am very excited because I have a pretty special post for you all, my friend and awesome Historical Romance author Virginia Heath dropped by Chicks Rogues and Scandals to celebrate her upcoming newest release of “A Warriner to Rescue Her” which is book 2 in the Wild Warriners Series and she brought with her some incredible goodies, an exclusive to Chicks Rogues and Scandals excerpt and an amazing Gift Set that we will be giving away to one very lucky winner. I did want to keep the gift for myself but I promise I will let the prize go to a good home – it is seriously amazing though 😉.

To celebrate the up and coming release of “A Warriner to Rescue Her” we are going to be chatting Beatrix Potter, The Warriners and Acorns?…So to get our little celebration going with an exclusive post from the lady her self; here’s Virginia Heath…

From Little Acorns…

Just over a year ago, my first book came out. Like most debut authors, I found it all exciting yet a strangely daunting process. There was so much to learn and so much to do, and everyone told me that top of that list was to get some reviews because without them my book would fade into obscurity. Eagerly, I sent out my precious book to all and sundry, terrified they would all hate my work but knowing I had to do it or else nobody else would read it, hoping that from little acorns an oak tree would grow.

However, there was a problem. The reviewers weren’t interested. Why would they be? Why would they waste their valuable time on a new, unknown author when they already had a huge To Be Read pile filled with well-established and brilliant authors? It seemed my debut book was doomed and so was I.

That’s when I came across Frankie on Twitter. She had just started up her own blogging site Chicks, Rogues and Scandals. She was new and so was I, so I asked her if she would review That Despicable Rogue and to my delight and utter relief she said yes.

It was my first review, and a very nice one. Thanks to that review, other reviewers picked up my book and gave me a go. Since then, it’s all snowballed and I truly have had the most phenomenal first year. I’m building a name for myself and a solid following of readers. I was even nominated for a RONA award (Romantic Novel of the Year) for my third book The Discerning Gentleman’s Guide- I didn’t win but to have been shortlisted felt like I did. The big sites now regularly review my books, and by and large those reviews have all been excellent. The response to my first ever series- The Wild Warriners- has been awesome and I can already feel it building momentum after the success of the first book A Warriner to Protect Her.

I’m not an oak tree yet, more a sapling, and I will be forever grateful to Frankie for her part in that. That’s why I decided to celebrate the launch of the second Warriner book with a giveaway and excerpt exclusively on Chicks, Rogues and Scandals rather than on my own website. A little thank-you for being the first person to take a chance on me. I hope you all enjoy A Warriner to Rescue Her…

Exclusive Excerpt of A Warriner to Rescue Her.

Their butler crept in stealthily and coughed subtly. Every time Jamie saw him it gave him a start. Six months ago they had not even had a maid—now, thanks to Letty, there was a veritable army running Markham Manor, all transplanted from her opulent mansion in Mayfair.
‘You have a caller, my lady.’
A rarity indeed. Nobody called on the Warriners unless they were baying for blood or demanding immediate payment.
‘A young lady. A Miss Reeves. She is enquiring as to whether Captain Warriner is at home.’
Jamie could feel the beginnings of nerves in the pit of his stomach, warning of further impending humiliation, but tried to appear impassive.
‘Captain Warriner?’ Letty was staring at him with barely contained delight. ‘How very dashing that sounds.’
‘Tell her I am not at home, Chivers.’
‘Tell her no such thing! Have her shown in immediately, Chivers. And arrange for some tea.’ His sister-in-law tossed aside her already forgotten sewing and sat eagerly forward in her chair. ‘Why is a young lady calling for you, Jamie?’
He considered lying, but as the real reason for Miss Reeves’s unwelcome visit was doubtless about to be unveiled there seemed little point. ‘I tried to rescue her from a tree yesterday.’
‘Yes. And failed. Miserably.’
Further explanation was prevented by the arrival of his embarrassment. Just as it had yesterday, those red-gold curls refused to be tamed by her hairpins. Several very becoming silky tendrils poked out of her sensible bonnet and framed her pretty face. Her lovely chestnut eyes were wary as they darted between him and Letty.

Politeness dictated he should stand in the presence of a lady, but if he stood she would see more damning evidence of his infirmity and his pride was already bruised and battered quite enough. Letty, of course, sprang to her feet in an instant and gushingly greeted their guest.
‘Miss Reeves! I am delighted to make your acquaintance. I am Letty Warriner- technically the Countess of Markham, although my husband is reticent about using his title. Do take a seat. I hope you will join us for tea?’
It was all a little over the top, in Jamie’s opinion. Yes, a visitor was something of a rarity here, but the way Letty was behaving was a little too effusive. Especially as he was already counting the seconds until Miss Reeves left him in humiliated solitary peace.
‘Tea would be lovely,’ she said, flicking her eyes towards his briefly as she arranged her bottom on a chair. Jamie could still remember the feel of it in his hands. Firm. Rounded. Womanly. Which of course made him think about the incongruous garters again. ‘I came to check on Captain Warriner’s recovery. Because of my own lack of judgement, he was injured yesterday.’

Jamie stared straight ahead, but could feel Letty’s eyes boring into him. ‘Really? Jamie made no mention of an injury. Come to mention it, he also made no mention of the accident which must have led to the injury. All I know is what I have just been told. You were apparently stuck in a tree, Miss Reeves, and my brother-in-law tried and failed to get you down.’
She put unnecessary emphasis on the words brother-in-law, clearly making a point to their guest. A point which made Jamie uncomfortable.
He is single, in case you were wondering, Miss Reeves, and desperately in want of a wife. Try to ignore the fact he is lame, futureless and has the potential to kill if the mood takes him.
Miss Reeves blushed like a beetroot, a beetroot with distracting freckles on her dainty button of a nose, and wore a pained expression. ‘Captain Warriner climbed the apple tree to save me, but I fidgeted too much and the branch snapped. I am afraid we both fell to the ground. The poor captain absorbed the brunt of the impact.’
An understatement. His ribs had damn near snapped in half.
Letty was grinning like an idiot. ‘You fell on top of him? In the orchard?’ And like a nodcock he just happened to be painting the same blasted orchard and things looked so much more beautiful through his stupid eyes.
Miss Reeves nodded. ‘I feel awful about it.’

For his own sake, now was the opportune time to intervene, before Letty started to matchmake in earnest. ‘As you can see, I am in fine fettle, Miss Reeves. You needn’t have troubled yourself by coming all this way to see the evidence for yourself.’ His sister-in-law shot him a pointed glance for his rudeness, but Jamie was unrepentant. The last thing he needed was Letty reading more into his choice of painting than he was comfortable with her knowing. Miss Reeves’s fine eyes swivelled towards his leg, raised as always on a supportive footstool, and he inwardly cringed.

‘But I can see your leg is still injured, Captain Warriner, and that is completely my fault.’
She thought his infirmity was a temporary affliction, and as tempting as it was to go along with the fantasy, his innate sense of futility kicked in. ‘This is Napoleon’s fault, Miss Reeves. Not yours.’
Now, please go away, woman!
‘Indirectly. It was his guns which fired the musket balls.’
Her voice came out a little high-pitched and he simply nodded. He had no intention of telling her how they had had to dig three of the blighters out of his thigh while he was still conscious and he’d very nearly lost the whole leg, as well as his life, to infection afterwards. She blinked rapidly and Jamie could see her imagination filling in the blanks, those long lashes fluttering like butterflies as she did so.
Very pretty.

Somehow that made it worse. Pretty and pity made him feel less of a man than he usually did. However, under the circumstances, it was probably best to divulge the horrible truth and suffer her pity rather than give Letty false hope that this delightful armful of woman might enter into a romance with a dangerous invalid. ‘They left me crippled, Miss Reeves.’ And cripples were not attractive. Especially not to freckle-faced fertility goddesses with positively sinful hair and saucy garters.


Cassie had no idea how to respond to such a statement. Part of her was sorry he had suffered, another part of her was hugely relieved not to have been the cause of his injury and a bigger part of her kept remembering how very big, solid and manly his body had been sprawled beneath hers. Just thinking about it made her feel all warm and those deliciously sinful sapphire eyes were not helping. Once again those exuberant passions she was trying her hardest to suppress jumped to the fore. Fortunately, the arrival of the tea tray meant she did not have to respond and had a perfectly reasonable excuse for removing her bonnet before she began to perspire from her wayward, wicked thoughts.
‘Do you take sugar, Miss Reeves?’
‘Just one, please, Mrs…er…my lady.’

The pretty blonde woman giggled. ‘To be honest, it confuses me, too. Perhaps we should simply dispense with the formalities. Why don’t you call me Letty?’
‘In that case, please feel free to call me Cassie.’ She risked peeking at Captain Galahad, but he made no move to invite her to call him anything familiar. In fact, he looked quite irritated at her continued presence. His gorgeous eyes were distinctly narrowed, which made her babble. ‘I am new to the area. My father has recently been appointed the vicar of this parish. We live at the vicarage.’ A completely ridiculous clarification only an idiot would make. It would probably be sensible to stop babbling nonsense and wait to be asked a question. Unfortunately, once her nerves got the better of her, Cassie’s mouth had a habit of running away with itself. ‘I couldn’t help noticing you are going to have a baby.’ Was it polite to mention such things?

Whether it was or it wasn’t, her hostess smiled and Cassie watched in wonder as the young woman’s hand automatically went to her protruding stomach lovingly. ‘Yes, indeed. But not until the autumn. I appear to have got very fat very quickly.’ She handed Cassie her tea. ‘Are you engaged to be married, Miss Reeves, or is there an ardent suitor on the cusp of proposing to you in the near future?’
A very sore point.
Cassie’s odd personality, off-putting exuberance, unfortunate freckles combined with her father’s ferocious temperament had all proved to be highly effective deterrents to the male sex. ‘No to both questions, I’m afraid.’
I am doomed to sit on the shelf and gather dust; I only hope it is sturdy enough and wide enough to bear my weight.
‘Well, I am sure it won’t be long before some lucky gentleman snaps you up—you are uncommonly pretty, Miss Reeves. Isn’t that right, Jamie?’

Captain Galahad grunted and appeared very bored. Clearly he disagreed. He was sipping his tea and practically glaring at her over the rim of the ridiculously delicate cup in his large, manly hand. Or perhaps he was glaring at his sister-in-law for asking him such an impertinent question? It was quite difficult to tell.

A Warriner to Rescue Her cam be Pre-ordered at Amazon


As you would have guessed from the Amazing Excerpt “A Warriner to Rescue Her” follows second brother; war hero Jamie as he tries to get on with his life after being severely wounded in battle. Jamie is an accomplished artist and it is through his art that he really comes into his own. On meeting Cassie, the new vicar’s daughter who like Jamie comes into her own through her stories, they come together to create a book, in a very Beatrix Potter way. Cassie writes the story about talking animals, no less and Jamie creates the glorious pictures and soon through their shared love of this venture they begin to heal each other. Which leads nicely into the next part of our Celebration The lady, who is the inspiration to Cassie and Jamie’s book; Beatrix Potter….

A Lady who Inspired….

Beatrix Potter was a childhood heroine of mine, she inspired children, young girls especially, to go out there and pursue their dreams, just like she did. Beatrix was a kind-hearted, intelligent and wonderful woman who could see the beauty in the most ordinary, everyday things. Her gift for creating these lovable tales is extraordinary but that isn’t all she achieved, her legacy will be her love and respect for the wild and all its creatures.

Beatrix wrote and illustrated 28 children’s books that to this day are loved by children all over the world, they have been translated into over 35 languages.

She was originally from Kensington, London born 28th July 1866 to a Rupert and Helen Potter, but her heart was and always would be in the country; such as Scotland and the Lake District. She was the eldest of two, her little brother Bertram were very close and they shared a love of animals and nature. As Bertram was really the only childhood friend she had while growing up, once he was sent off to school Beatrix was very lonely and it was at these times that her artistic talents and astonishing imagination really took root and started her off down the path she took and why and how she became the inspiring woman she became.

Like all girls growing up during the Victorian era, Beatrix was restricted in her activities, she rarely spent much time with her parents and other than her brother her main source of companionship was various governesses who were brought in to educate young Beatrix, because of her extraordinary talent she was encouraged to pursue her love of art. She created astonishingly accurate drawings of fungi and insects and her beloved pet rabbit Benjamin Bouncer.

Throughout her twenties, after years of observation and studies she developed into a keen and talented naturalist and she wrote her first paper called “On the Germination of the Spores of Agaricineae” all about how fungi spores reproduced but was rejected by William Thiselton-Dyer, director of the Royal Botanical Gardens. She refused to give up and carried on with her research and a year later George Massee, a fungi expert who worked at the Kew gardens, agreed to present her paper to the Linnean Society of London as women weren’t allowed to at the time.

Way before becoming the published author we know her to be, Beatrix created illustrated post cards depicting scenes from her favourite stories such as Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland for the publisher Hildesheimer & Faulkner. Many more illustrations and verses followed, this cemented her desire to Publish her own stories.

In 1901 after being rejected by many publishers Beatrix decided to print and Publish The Tale of Peter Rabbit herself, she initially printed 250 copies and sent them to friends and family. The book was an instant success and the publishers Frederick Warne & Co., who had previously turned it down, reconsidered and offered to publish as long as Beatrix illustrated in colour. On publishing in October 1902 the book was an instant hit.

But she wasn’t just a one hit wonder she created many more books that were instant successes, she started exploring more creative pursuits, she created her own Peter Rabbit doll and in 1903 she registered it at the patent office making Peter Rabbit the world’s oldest licensed literary character. Beatrix dabbled in other merchandise such as tea sets. Slippers, she invented The Peter Rabbit board game in 1904. She also published Peter Rabbit and Jemima Puddle Duck painting books.

She met her soul mate in her editor, Norman Warne but unfortunately after a long courtship Norman died of Leukaemia just a month after his proposal of marriage. To recover from his passing Beatrix took to the Lake District, which was her sanctuary a place she could grieve and be herself in peace and it was a place where she spent the majority of the rest of her life.

She loved the area and the people and just the way of life so much she bought fifteen farms and took a very hands on approach to caring for them. She was known to helping with the haymaking, wading through mud to unblock drains or dressed in tweed searching the hills for lost sheep. She was at her utmost happiest when she was tending to her animals.

Beatrix became the first woman elected President of the Herdwick Sheep Breeders Association in 1943 and in the same year Beatrix sadly passed away, leaving her fifteen farms and over four thousand acres to The National Trust.

For me Beatrix was an astonishing woman, she pushed the boundaries of what women could do in the time and she never gave in. She was a force to be reckoned with and she brought so much joy and happiness into the world, her legacy is of her love of nature and these wonderful stories that are still loved to this day. She had her heart breaks and it was in those times that she showed again and again just how much strength she had.


Giveaway Closed

Giveaway Time…

I promised at the beginning of the post that we have a doozy of a giveaway and here it is. Virginia has generously put together a Warriner/Beatrix Potter Gift set which includes…

A signed copy of A Warriner to Rescue her.
Virginia Heath Bookmarks.
Beatrix Potter Adult Colouring Book.
•  Horses Adult Colouring Book.
A Pack of Fancy Steadler Norris Colouring Pencils.

So, to be in for a chance of winning this incredible Gift set then all you have to do is tell me : Who is your favourite Beatrix Potter Character? That’s it simple!

Revised Giveaway Entrant Rules : I have had a it pointed out to me that those who don’t have a wordpress account are having difficulties commenting, so I have adjusted how you all can enter – You can either comment below, or you can leave your answer on the original Giveaway Post on the Chick’s Rogues and Scandals Facebook page. Link – HERE

Giveaway T&C’s

The Giveaway is open Internationally. The closing date is Tuesday 27th June at 6pm GMT. The winner will be drawn at random after the closing date and will be notified shortly after. 


A Chat With…Award Winning Author Sara Portman

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I am very happy to welcome Award Winning, Historical and Contemporary Romance author Sara Portman to Chicks Rogues and Scandals. So take a seat and let’s get to know a bit about Sara….

Sara Portman is an award-winning author of historical romance. Her debut novel, THE REUNION, was named the 2015 winner in the Historical Category of the Romance Writers of America® Golden Heart® contest.
A daughter of the Midwest, Sara was born in Illinois, grew up in Michigan, and currently lives in Ohio. In addition to her writing endeavors, Sara is a wife and mother in a large, blended family.
When not reading or dreaming up romantic fiction, Sara works in corporate finance by day and holds a B.B.A. in Accounting from the University of Toledo. As part of her academic experience, Sara spent a semester in London, UK through a study abroad program at Richmond College. Her anglophile tendencies continue today.

Frankie Reviews : Hi Sara, Welcome to Chicks, Rogues and Scandals! Thank you for taking the time to chat with me today. Firstly, what five words would you use to describe yourself?

Sara : Hello, I’m glad to be here! I would say the five words that would sum me up for a stranger are: introverted, analytical, daydreamer, worrier, and pragmatic. Boy, I sound like a barrel of monkeys, don’t I!

Frankie Reviews : LOL! If you could live in any era and place, when and where would it be? And why?

Sara: Good question! I would probably live in our current era because I have grown accustomed to things like mobile phones and ibuprofen, but if I could relocate anywhere it would be London. I lived there briefly during college and have been back a few times. I feel oddly at home there, considering I’m a Midwestern girl.

Frankie Reviews : That is interesting! Who was your childhood hero?

Sara : That is a tough question. I don’t know that I had much of anyone specific that I idolized growing up. In movies and television, I wanted to be that strong girl who kicked a## in the corporate world, like Melanie Griffith in Working Girl. Now I’m in the corporate world and I daydream about chucking it all to write full-time!

Frankie Reviews : What is your favourite time of the year?

Sara : Undeniably autumn. I love the chill in the air that lets me pull out all my comfy blankets and sweaters and I love returning to all of the cold-weather food, like roasts and soups and stews. Oh, and pumpkin. I love pumpkin everything—bread, pancakes, pie, soup. I’m just not a fan of pumpkin lattes. I can’t get behind those.

Frankie Reviews : Oh, that does sound lovely, out of all your work, who is your favourite character and why?

Sara : I think Lucy, the heroine in my second novel, is the most like me, but for that reason, I will say Emma, the heroine of my first novel. Emma is willing to say out loud some of the things that I would keep bottled up, or wouldn’t think to say until the moment had passed. (refer to question #1) She doesn’t shy away from a little well-deserved snark on occasion, which is fun.

Frankie Reviews: Where does your inspiration for your books come from?

Sara : The seed for most of my stories starts as a conversation in my head. It’s just a single conversation—usually the meet cute—and I build from there. I start thinking, why would he be asking her that? Why was she there in the first place? I build the back story to understand how they each got to that moment, that conversation, then take the story forward.

Frankie Reviews : What three tips would you pass on to an aspiring author?

Sara : #1 Get into a writers’ group. I delayed too long in doing this. Being a member of Romance Writers of America, both nationally and at the chapter level, has been invaluable. The resources and support of this organization cannot be overstated.

#2 Get some feedback. I know some of the constructive criticism I received at the beginning was tough to hear, but a lot of it was valid. And the praise that accompanied it was very important in driving me to keep working.

#3 Make connections. I don’t necessarily mean networking connections, although that certainly can help. I have made real friendships within the writing community and their support has meant more to my career than I could begin to explain. Authors are super nice. Really. Give us a try.

Frankie Reviews : If you were hosting a dinner party what three people would you invite? (They can be real/fictional, from any era)

Sara : This is a surprisingly tough question for me because making dinner conversation with three strangers—even interesting strangers—seems a daunting prospect. (Again, refer to question #1). If I were going to get through it, I would need some comic relief. Kate McKinnon could definitely keep me cracking up. I think inviting a book boyfriend sounds like fun too. Matthew Farrell from Judith McNaught’s Paradise is one of my all-time favorite heroes. He’s so alpha, but we know why and we love him for it. Lastly, I’d have to say Queen Elizabeth I. She’d be considered a strong and independent woman by today’s standards. She was certainly a phenomenon in her own time. She’s an inspirational woman and, beyond that, wouldn’t you love to really know how she was as a person?

Frankie Reviews : Now that would be an interesting dinner party! Thank you, Sara for taking the time out of your busy schedule to chat with me today, I have just one more cheeky question, just for fun . . . What is your all-time favourite naughty but nice food?

Sara : Oh, that’s simple. Cheese. Cheese of any kind. Mild, strong, soft, hard. I could skip all the rest and make every meal a never-ending cheese course. With a baguette, obviously.

Frankie Reviews : Mmmm!! Thank you Sara.



By:Sara Portman
ISBN-13: 9781516100491
Publisher: Kensington, Lyrical Press
Publication date: 09/26/2017
Series: Brides of Beadwell, #1


An inconvenient engagement turns a marriage of convenience into so much more in this sparkling new series from award-winning author Sara Portman . . .

Lady Emmaline Shaw’s reputation was irreparably damaged when her fiancé, John Brantwood, disappeared immediately after their engagement four years ago. Since then, she’s grown from a shy, uncertain girl to a woman who knows her own mind. And what she knows is that London society holds nothing for her.

Rumor has it that John ran off to war and died in battle. Now, as the new Duke of Worley, his shocking resurrection throws the ton into a tizzy and makes him one of England’s most sought after bachelors—except that he’s already engaged.

John needs a wife capable of smoothing his beloved sister’s introduction into society. But though Emma happily grants him his freedom, her fiery beauty and resilient spirit hold him captive. In fact, John has no intention of letting her go. Her fate is now in his hands, but will her heart be safe there?

THE REUNION is the winner of the 2015 Golden Heart® Award from Romance Writers of America® More information about the Golden Heart and RWA are available at http://www.rwa.org.

Additional Books in the Brides of Beadwell Series:
THE OFFER, Available October 24, 2017
THE CHASE, Available November 21, 2017


Sara accepting her Golden Heart® Award in 2015 with bestselling author Stephanie Laurens and RITA Award winner Meredith Duran.

For more information about Sara and her work, then check out the Pink Links below. Sara can be reached at saraportmanauthor@gmail.com or via social media, inquiries should be directed to Meredith Bernstein at Meredith Bernstein Literary Agency, Inc.


Twitter : @saraportmanauth

Facebook : SaraPortmanAuthor


Pinterest : saraportmanauth


Instagram : saraportmanauthor


Sara is hosting a Giveaway over at Amazon.com, to be in for a chance to win a Kindle Edition of The Girl With The Make-Believe Husband (A Bridgertons Prequel) by Julia Quinn, then click HERE.

*Giveaway terms : No Purchase Necessary, Giveaway ends June 5th 2017 at 11:59pm PDT, or when all prizes have been claimed. Open to resident’s of the US only. Official Amazon Giveaway terms can be read HERE.

Romance On The High Sea’s; Excerpts, Exclusive Interview with the Authors

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I have a very special post today, Chicks Rogues and Scandals have joined up with the Pirate Wenches to help them celebrate the release of their new Swashbuckling Romance box set; Romance on the High Sea’s. I have got Exclusive Excerpts from each book plus a get to know the author’s section with an Exclusive Interview with all Seven of the author’s. So let’s set sail onto the high seas….

If you love historical romance, pirates, adventure and thrills, you’ll love this 7-book set by these award-winning and best-selling pirate romance authors!

Seven Swashbuckling Pirate Romances by Seven Pirate Wenches:
Katherine Bone ☠

Jennifer Bray-Weber☠

Barbara Devlin ☠

Chloe Flowers ☠

Danelle Harmon ☠

Amanda Mariel ☠

Kamery Solomon ☠

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The Pirate’s Debt by Katherine Bone:
An earl-turned pirate is ordered by his benefactor to find an adventurous young runaway and return her home. To do so, he must retrieve her without being discovered by the most ruthless pirate hunter on the seas: her brother.

Dead Man’s Kiss by Jennifer Bray-Weber:
Eight weeks. That’s all pirate captain Valeryn Barone has to escort a tempting naturalist untouched across the Caribbean or face the gallows. Can he resist the beauty who’s fallen for him? Does a dead man walking even have a chance?

The Black Morass by Barbara Devlin:
In exchange for a chance at redemption and pardons for his crew, Jean Marc Cavalier accepts a pact that could result in liberty or death, if only he can survive the terms, but at least he will be free.

Captain Conal O’Brien has already lost control of his ship to the most unlikely band of pirates sailing the seas. If he’s not careful, he’s going to lose his heart to a notorious lady pirate determined to destroy both.

My Lady Pirate by Danelle Harmon:
The sea delivers a handsome castaway to Pirate Queen Maeve Merrick’s island. But her handsome prisoner harbors secrets dark enough to change the fates of nations and threatens their new-found love.

Captivated by the Captain by Amanda Mariel:
What happens when an American shipping company heiress crosses paths with a pirate? Can two people whose life paths are at odds find common ground?

Carried Away by Kamery Solomon:
After falling through time and being forced to join a pirate crew, Mark Bell falls in love with his fellow time traveler, Samantha. She’s a woman he can’t have, though. Will their presence in the past alter the future they know and love?


The Pirate’s Debt by Katherine Bone

He thought he lost his honor… then she teaches him what it means to be a hero.

Lady Chloe Walsingham is an enthusiastic gothic romance reader and hopeless romantic focused solely on finding her perfect hero. She also happens to have a penchant for getting into trouble. So when the man she loves disappears after a scandalous duel, she decides to follow him to the ends of the Earth. To do so, however, Chloe must evade her brother, an infamous revenue man, and board a ship bound for Penzance. And nothing in her beloved books can prepare her for the harsh realities of wreckers who ply the coast.

After his father destroyed the lives of countless innocent people, Basil Halford, Earl of Markwick is willing to do anything to earn back his honor. Betrayed by his blood and his reputation ruined, Markwick answers the request of a well-heeled duke and dons the Black Regent’s mask to repay the debt. His task? Rescuing a young woman who is chasing down a ghost of a man.

But a pirate has plenty of enemies, and Markwick isn’t any different. No matter how diligent a captain he may be, sailing to Lady Chloe’s rescue involves risking not only the Regent’s legacy but the last thing he can afford to lose…his heart.

Seated in Markwick’s cutter, cloaked in his clothing, Chloe felt incredibly shallow. To think that she’d cast all inhibitions to the wind and sailed off for an enterprising adventure, only to need to be rescued by the very man she’d set out to find. Though she hadn’t known she’d be finding the Black Regent.

Regent sightings were rare for the average villager. She’d never known anyone who’d actually met the gallant hero that stole from the rich and gave to the poor.
Oh, to be sitting so near to him now, to have touched him, to be in love with him, is even more exceptional than I imagined it would be!

She fought to curb the jubilation pulsing through her veins, igniting her headstrong passions, and forced herself to remember this was all about her devotion to Markwick and the lives lost on the very ship on which she’d obtained passage. To anyone else, the Black Regent might be a dashing pirate who’d just plucked her off the Mohegan’s decks and saved her from certain death, but Markwick was also the man she loved.

She sighed, half trembling, half in despair. Unable to tear her gaze away, she desired to stretch out her fingers and touch the man, to assure herself that he wasn’t a figment of her imagination. What kind of nightmare would that be, to discover she was dreaming and that Markwick really wasn’t there?

Oh, but the blackguard truly was just as she’d envisioned! In her mind’s eye, he’d been a swashbuckling champion born from the pages of fiction and fantasy. Now, sitting before her, was the living man whose very existence defied her infatuations because he was the man she loved. Broad-shouldered, lean, with a firm authoritarian profile, he stood a head taller than she did, and oh . . . when he’d held her in his arms on board the Mohegan, a light headed euphoria had immediately stunned her. Markwick had stood behind her before but only to teach her how to shoot a bow and arrow. Not like this. Never like this!
Her gaze lowered to his upper arms. They were thick, flexing muscular limbs capable of sweeping her off her feet at a moment’s whim. And oh, she wanted to be his Matilda. She wanted him to be her Theodore.

Bother. Matilda and Theodore were Horace Walpole’s creations. She and Markwick lived in the real world. She inhaled a breath of frigid, moist, salty air.

Admit the truth, you silly girl. Markwick triggered breathless exhilaration and the unbridled beat fluttering within her breast, not the Black Regent. For her, there had always only been the Earl of Markwick.

Pirate Heiresses by Chloe Flowers

A beautiful pirate, a vengeful sea-captain and a secret treasure…will love save them or destroy them?

Reluctant pirate Stevie Savauge is on a quest with her family to find a secret treasure hidden by her great-great-grandparents, the two notorious pirates Anne Bonny and Calico Jack Rackham. When her eight-year-old twin siblings are kidnapped and the ransom demand is a merchant ship called the Seeker, Stevie must find the courage to conquer her fears and fight for those she loves.

Italian-born, French privateer Drago Viteri Gamponetti (Gampo to his men) has coveted the Ahern merchant fleet for years, and sets a trap in Jamaica. Unfortunately, he has two small trouble makers aboard; a boy who wants to be just like him, and a girl who will either steal him blind or turn his black heart.

When Captain Conal O’Brien discovers that the pirates work for his sworn enemy, he doesn’t resist capture. What better way to locate Gampo’s secret stronghold than to sail right into it? But these nutty brigands aren’t who they seem to be, and if Conal’s not careful, he’s going to lose his heart as well as his ship to the woman determined to possess both.

A high seas, historical, pirate romance filled with action and adventure, mystery and intrigue, and a quest for hidden treasure!

Stevie swallowed and gripped the pistol handle more firmly. Her arm was beginning to tire from holding it for so long, but she didn’t dare lower it. The mountain of a man in the tub looked as if he could crush her head like a grape with one hand, and her young cousin’s with the other one. More often than not, she could look an average man straight in the eye. However, with this one, she doubted her head would reach his nose.

The man in the tub cocked his brows, then his eyes narrowed before sliding down to her soft doves skin boots and back up again. She should have stayed more in the shadows; she might have appeared a bit more intimidating that way.

“Relinquish your freedom and possessions,” she said, barely able to keep the tremor from her voice. Her gaze paused at the gold ring on the man’s finger. If they were going to become pirates, she might as well start acting like one. She took a deep breath and drew her shoulders back a little.

“Beginning with your ring,” she said, holding out her hand. The man’s jaw clenched and the knuckles gripping the tub’s edge whitened. What thoughts were flying around in his head? He was contemplating his chances of overpowering her and taking her pistol; she could see that in the way his gaze shifted back and forth between her and her cousin, Remi. If he had a weapon, and if it had been a one-on-one situation instead of one against two (with guns), he likely wouldn’t have paused to contemplate it this long. He would have defended himself by attacking them. And he’d have won. Even now, she sensed he was still calculating his odds.

She eased a step back, careful to keep her pistol well within a lethal range. “Please don’t try it,” she said. “I’d prefer to save my shot.” She was far from her cozy little room off the kitchens of her brother’s gaming house. Uncle Bernard had given her a brief lesson on managing a pistol, but it still terrified her to hold it.

His eyes widened and his brows raised in surprise. She’d been right in her assumptions, then. She usually was. Her intuition annoyed her brothers no small amount, and they always avoided her when they wished their thoughts to remain…theirs. Only one of them could hide from her, but he was a gambler and so it was expected, otherwise he wouldn’t be a very good gambler, would he?
The man twisted the ring from his finger and tossed it to her. She caught it and placed it on the only finger it would fit—her thumb.
“Get dressed,” she said, with as much authority as she could muster.

He slowly stood with the oily movement of a cat as he reached for a linen rag. Stevie felt her eyes widen. She was wrong. Very wrong. The top of her head would barely reach his chin, let alone his nose. Wide, thick shoulders took up most of the space in the galley. The muscles across his shoulders rippled as he moved. A long scar trailed from the top of his shoulder to the middle of his ribcage. A fighting man. A very strong, very muscular, very handsome, very naked, fighting man.

Carried Away by Kamery Solomon

Mark Bell is being haunted.

Ever since his friend, Samantha, drowned in the Treasure Pit, he’s been running from her ghost. When his path takes him to a historical site and shipwreck in Texas, he hopes the past will stay where it belongs. However, the more he uncovers, the clearer it becomes that something is not right. Old friends need his help, and he doesn’t know if he’s the man to get the job done.

Samantha O’Rourke is a time traveler trying to survive in the past. Trapped in the social pyramid of the French Court and the secret society her husband, Tristan, defends, she feels more out-of-place than ever before. Nothing ever stops a treasure hunter for long, though, and she soon finds herself caught up in another mystery, only to have life yanked to a precarious perch, where only the truly strong will survive.

Can the future be changed? Or is everything set in stone, destined to follow only one course?

Chuckling, she waved her hand in front of her face, smiling at me in a way that made my heart stop. “Really, though. You’ve saved my life more than once, and even in our own time when you kept me from going into the Pit when it collapsed. I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you.”

“Don’t,” I said immediately, sitting and staring at her. “Don’t act like you owe me anything. You lived—that’s all I wanted. I don’t need anything more than to know you’re in the world and okay.”

If there had been no Tristan, no pirate hostage situation, no anything but us, it would’ve been easy to kiss her then. Her face was so sweet and soft, her eyes wide as she watched me, only a few inches away. My hands ached to hold her, to cuddle her against my chest and run my fingers through her hair. Drying quickly at the thought, like I was a man dying of thirst, my lips tingled with the image of her mouth on mine. Heart racing, I felt myself leaning in, slowly, as if every millimeter was killing me.

Jerking back into the present, I blinked, and then looking away, I stood so quickly she jumped.

“What is it?” she asked in alarm.

Glancing at her, I tried to focus on the things that would help me remember what our situation was. Her black shirt was dirty and torn on one shoulder from getting caught on a branch as we rode out of the mountains. The pants she was wearing belonged to Flanagan, who had been more than happy to tell everyone I’d let her get in his breeches. The shoes I’d bought for her in Veracruz were muddied from our trek as well, tied to her feet with little care for whether or not they stayed on.

She was a prisoner, a captive among this crew.


Not mine…..

Captivated by the Captain by Amanda Mariel

Miss Prudence Drake desires nothing more than to return to America and pick up the pieces of her life. After being held captive on the Black Dawn and witnessing her papa’s murder, the last thing she wants is to find herself in the hands of another pirate-even if he is handsome and honourable.

Captain Jasper Blackmore has forsaken his past, walking away from England’s shores in search of a new adventure after the war left him physically scarred and jilted by the one lady he dared to love. An American hoyden could never fit into his world despite his attraction to her.

Can two people whose life paths are at odds find common ground?

He slanted a glance at her as they came to a stop near the railing. The sky behind her was a blaze of red and pink. Her honey blond hair danced in the evening breeze while her hazel eyes sparkled. The chit was breathtaking and the snug breeches, and the flowing shirt did naught to hide her ample charms. There was a mysterious edge to the woman who only added to her appeal.

If he were forced to spend much more time with her, he would not be able to resist stealing a kiss from her plump lips. His gaze roamed to those very lips and he could not resist imagining what they would feel like pressed to his. Soft and sweet.

“It will be fair weather tomorrow.” She notched her chin, indicating the sky and breaking the spell he was under.

He looked out over the expanse of ocean at the setting sun. How did she know to draw such a conclusion? He would not ask now, but before she left his ship, he would know where she gained her knowledge. It was not common place for a woman to understand such things—let alone speak on them. She had been around ships before, and often. But in what capacity? “Indeed,” he replied.

Before he could say more, a scream issued from above. He tilted his head back to look up into the sails and rigging. Payne dangled from a mast, his leg wrapped in thick rope If the man kept struggling he might plunge to his death. “Be still,” Jasper hollered up at him as he surveyed the situation.

“Captain, I lost my balance. It’s lucky the rigging caught me, but I need an extra hand to get free.” Payne stopped wriggling as he took hold of the nearby lines, steadying himself.

Jasper rushed forward to help, propelling himself up the lines toward Payne. How the bloody hell an experienced boatswain managed to get himself in such a position was beyond him. The fool was indeed lucky the rigging stopped his fall. Leastwise, his sorry ass would be splattered on the deck.

“Do be careful.” Prudence called after him.

Jasper could not miss the grin that lit Payne’s weathered face as he looked down at her. He would wager the fool had been paying more attention to her than his duties when he slipped. Having a woman, worse yet, an attractive woman, on board was bad for all of them. He would have to convince her to stay out of sight until he could be rid of her. Surely she would see reason once he explained the danger she presented to his men.

Jasper reached for the thick rope tangled around Payne’s leg. “Hold tight to that line. Once I loosen this, it will be up to you to keep yourself off the deck.”

“I’m ready, Captain.” Payne’s knuckles turned white as he fisted the line in preparation.

Jasper held onto the lines with one hand and wrapped his legs around the mast while he worked to free Payne. Just as suddenly as the man’s yell had sent Jasper up the mast, his boatswain was freed from the snare he’d found himself in.

He waited for Payne to make his way down to the deck before following after him. Irritation pricked at him as he made his decent. Several of his men stood clustered around Prudence. As soon as his boots hit the deck he moved toward her. She stood near the mast with her hands on her hips and seemed to be taking in the damage to his ship.

“Those lines will need to be repaired sooner rather than later.” She glanced up, her gaze following the damaged rigging before coming to rest on his. “The main sail is useless without them.”

Jasper surveyed the damage, annoyance warming his blood. She was right in her assessment. How did she know so much? And why were his men tripping over themselves to pay her homage? Did they not realize the dangers of having a woman on board? The bloody fools could not see past her charms. He could not allow her to take command of his ship. “It is not your—”

“Yes, miss. I am going to take care of them straight away,” Payne interrupted then gave an awkward bow.

Prudence looked at Payne, offering a wide smile. “I do not doubt you.”

Styles offered her an amused grin. “Seems ye know a thing or two ’bout ships.” He nudged Jasper playfully. “She’s a good eye, Captain.”

“Ne’er saw another woman who’d know that.” Finch, the ship’s carpenter, agreed.

“Back to your stations.” Jasper ordered his voice firm as he battled his growing frustration.

A chorus of “Aye, Captain” followed as his men turned to follow their orders, but not before they tipped their heads or offered a bow to Prudence. How had one woman reduced his crew of fearsome pirates to a lot of bustling peacocks?

Bloody hell. He’d had all he could tolerate of this nonsense. He took hold of her elbow, determined to remove her from his men’s sight. “Let us return to the cabin.”

Prudence did not budge as he attempted to propel her into motion. Blast the woman was stubborn. Worse, somehow her defiance made her more attractive. The urge to take her to bed and tame her tightened his loins.

He peered at her, his rising lust battling with anger, and tightened his grip a fraction. “Now.”

Dead Man’s Kiss by Jennifer Bray-Weber

Forced to make a bargain… One drunken night in Cuba lands Captain Valeryn Barone in a life or death situation. To escape the gallows, Valeryn must agree to a bargain only a fool would make: Escort the tempting and tenacious niece of his captor across the Caribbean or lose his ship, his crew and his life! The caveat? The beautiful Spanish woman must remain untouched for the entire voyage.

Determined to get what she wants… Catalina Montoya will stop at nothing to get what she wants-even when trouble is certain. Sent to live with her uncle after a scandalous affair, Catalina intends to concentrate on her dream to become a renowned naturalist. She never expected her uncle would send her with a notorious pirate to further her studies. Worse, she never expected to want the devilishly handsome pirate more than anything else.

It’s a battle of wills… Now Catalina only has 8 weeks to seduce Valeryn and collect her specimens before he returns her to her uncle. And Valeryn has 8 weeks to secure his redemption. Except neither would be that lucky. Not when ruthless enemies threaten to destroy them at every turn. Can Valeryn save those that foolishly depend on him? Can he resist Catalina’s heart? Does a dead man walking even have a chance?

Bloody hell, these people did not know who he was, what he was capable of doing.
Valeryn rose from his seat, reining in all his will to not break the prick’s neck. “Do you want to know why I am feared across the Caribbean?”
“Feared? I do not fear you,” Fraco said. “You were willingly led by your nose by a woman who had more cojones than you.”
A growl rumbled from deep within his chest. “I have sailed with Ned Low and Charles Vane.”

Catalina blanched. Worry stole her calm demeanor. Nalda also traded her stoicism for alarm. Good. They had plenty to be worried about. Valeryn had been disciplined by the most barbaric, sadistic pirates to ever sail the seas.

“I am well-schooled in vicious, torturous deaths.” He bared his teeth, an old habit when on the edge of unleashing his fury. “You will be fooling yourself if you entertain a mere inkling that I will let a fanciful poppet and a princock take me down.”
Fraco opened his mouth to speak.
Valeryn pulled out his dagger from his waistband, spinning it his hand before pointing it at the wastrel. “This is your one fair warning.”
He strolled to the door and yanked it open. As he expected, Henri fell across the threshold onto the floor. “See the ladies to their cabin,” he said to the eavesdropping old man. “Take the maid’s plate.”
“Aye, Capt’n.”
“All of you, get out of my quarters. Now.”

One by one they filed out. Catalina was the last to leave. She paused beside him, close enough to inhale her fragrance—floral, spicy, like the white and yellow petals of the frangipani flowers. Slowly, excruciatingly so, she lifted her inquisitive gaze to meet his. Her beauty could turn a saint into a sinner. Luckily, he already had a place reserved for him in hell. Her plump lips parted to say something. Whatever ’twas, a second thought had snapped her mouth shut and lit a fire in her sable eyes. Valeryn rather liked that tempestuous look. He couldn’t help but wonder if she were a hell cat in the bedchamber. Couldn’t help his craving to stoke that fire. He dropped his gaze to the deep chasm between her breasts. How he desired to get lost in there. Damn, damn, damn.

“Take your leave, Miss Montoya.”

The Black Morass by Barbara Devlin

Forever glancing over his shoulder, Jean Marc Cavalier is a ruthless pirate with the blood of countless souls on his hands and a price on his head, but he is a lonely man. In exchange for a chance at redemption, pardons for his crew, and a peaceful life, he accepts a pact that could result in liberty or death, if only he can survive the terms, but at least he will be free. When he rescues a young woman in distress, and vows to return her to her family, he is torn between his natural instincts born of violence and the honorable bargain he struck. What will Jean Marc choose?

En route to Jamaica to join her father, after her guardian dies, Lady Madalene Davies departs Boston in anticipation of a new life in a foreign land. When her ship is attacked and set afire, she is left for dead, until an unlikely savior comes to her aid. Brash and bawdy, her flawed hero defies the conventional ideal, as he is no knight in shining armor and seems forever intent on shocking her, yet she cannot resist the lure he presents. What happens when danger lurks in unexpected places, faith is broken, and Madalene must rely on Jean Marc to stay alive?

Freedom often commanded a steep price, in many instances exacted against the will of the innocent soul caught in its implacable lure, and Lady Madalene Davies pondered the cost her liberator, a self-proclaimed, one-time pirate blackguard who seemed much invested in his former trade, given his bawdy behavior and iniquitous demeanor, might demand in exchange for safe passage to Port Royal. But could she endure the consequences of such a bargain, as she foundered somewhere between the devil and the deep blue sea?

Out of place in her new cabin, which contrasted with her modest chamber aboard the Trident, she doffed her cloak and bonnet. A plush, red velvet counterpane covered the largest bunk she had ever seen, given Captain Hammond used a hammock, and the mattress hosted a mountain of matching pillows. The wall at the head boasted a salacious painting of a naked woman resting on her side, and its companion, a smaller work that featured a nude male and a female bent forward, pressed front to back, and engaged in some sort of odd activity, did little to inspire confidence, as she assessed her clean but well-worn accommodations and her precarious situation.

Behind the thick oak panel stood a surly looking character she dared not challenge, and the small side chamber held naught but clothing. A locker marked with unique carvings revealed additional personal items, so she gave her attention to the hand-tooled desk, to search for some indication of the character of her erstwhile savior.

In the top drawer, she discovered a logbook, a set of maps and charts, and a deck of cards with the usual suits on one side and shocking images of ladies sans garments on the other, and she dropped the offensive items. Then her gaze lit upon a rolled parchment secured with an elegant ribbon. With a cursory check to ensure privacy, she untied the swath of silk, smoothed the paper, and examined what she realized was an official document, distinguished by its heading, Letter of Marque and Reprisal.
“Upon my word.” Madalene gasped. “Jean Marc Cavalier was a pirate.”

My Lady Pirate by Danelle Harmon


Maeve Merrick is the notorious Pirate Queen of the Caribbean-a fierce and fiery she-wolf burned by the treachery of men. Sensuous and independent, she sails the world’s oceans with her loyal band of women warriors. Desiring neither marriage nor love, she wants for nothing—until the sea delivers to her a treasure beyond compare.


Her gift is Gray, a handsome castaway with a dangerous secret, who is overcome with desire for the bold and bewitching pirate queen. Beneath a star-studded sky, Maeve succumbs to the magic of Gray’s passionate touch. For the dark stranger has vowed to conquer the beautiful buccaneer’s heart. But can he teach her to trust—and to love—once more?

Maeve drew her dagger and flung it at his head, satisfied to see him jerk away so that the vicious blade impaled the wall just above and behind him. “You are disgusting, despicable, and totally without pride!”
“On the contrary, madam.” He reached up, pulled the dagger from the wall, and plucking an orange from the nightstand, began to use it to peel the fruit. “I am quite proud of it, thank you.” Still holding her gaze, he popped a section of the orange into his mouth, eating it with slow, suggestive motions that shortened the breath in Maeve’s lungs and made her realize that he was not the only one who was hot. Her temper rose. Had she had her pistol, she probably would have shot him. Probably. Maybe.
Maybe … not.

Her gaze darted from him to the window. From the window to him. From him to the window … and each time she looked at him, she saw that he was watching her, fully enjoying her discomfort.

He grinned, and suggestively licked at the juices trailing from the sweet fruit, letting his tongue wrap around each section and making sure she saw him doing it. His eyes were dark, laughing, and half-veiled by heavy, thick lashes that did nothing to conceal the wicked expression that lit them.

The suckling noises increased.
“Stop it!” she hissed.
He dropped the orange section into his mouth, licked his lips with a slow, languorous motion, and slowly peeled off another.
The heat rose in Maeve’s blood.
“Would you like … a taste, madam?”
She raised her cutlass. “I’ll give you a taste—”

“No decisive battle was ever fought from afar,” he interrupted on a low murmur, still grinning. “Nay, two vessels must lie alongside of each other in order to best bring their guns to bear.” He bit into the orange, making lewd, evocative noises as the juice trailed from the succulent flesh and dribbled down his chin. There was a dimple in that chin, and Maeve felt her heart skipping, staggering, faltering. “We have a signal for such an engagement in the navy. ’Tis called close action.”

“You are no longer in the navy, and I am not a ship!”
“Nay, you are not …” His voice grew low, dangerously seductive. “But I like the cut of your jib, the trim of your sails”—the dark gaze slid over her breasts, the gentle flare of her hips—“the shape of your hull.”
“Get out of my bed.”
“Why? I really am most comfortable. Not as comfortable, of course, as I would be if you were to drop anchor beside me….”

Her skin tingled and flushed crimson. “I said, Get out of my bed!”
He suckled the juice from his fingers. “What, would you prefer to do it on the floor?”
“I’d prefer that you shut your mouth before I shut it for you!”
“Now that,” he said wickedly, “could be interesting….”


About The Authors

Danelle Harmon

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Danelle Harmon started her career with Avon Books/Harper Collins in 1991, and has written sixteen books (with a seventeenth coming out in late spring of 2017). A recipient of numerous awards from RT/Romantic Times, Danelle and her family make their home in New England with four dogs, an Egyptian Arabian horse, and various other pets.

Danelle welcomes email from her readers and can be reached at Danelle@danelleharmon.com or you can find more information about Danelle at her WEBSITE


Barbara Devlin

USA Today Bestselling, Amazon All-Star author Barbara Devlin was born a storyteller, but it was a weeklong vacation to Bethany Beach, DE that forever changed her life. The little house her parents rented had a collection of books by Kathleen Woodiwiss, which exposed Barbara to the world of romance, and Shanna remains a personal favorite.
Barbara writes heartfelt historical romances that feature flawed heroes who may know how to seduce a woman but know nothing of marriage. And she prefers feisty but smart heroines who sometimes save the hero, before they find their happily ever after.

Barbara earned an MA in English and continued a course of study for a Doctorate in Literature and Rhetoric. She happily considered herself an exceedingly eccentric English professor, until success in Indie publishing lured her into writing, full-time, featuring her fictional knighthood, the Brethren of the Coast. You can find out more information about Barbara at her WEBSITE

Kamery Solomon

Kamery is not the person who grew up dreaming of the day that she would clutch her very own novel to her chest, tears brimming over the rims of her eyes as she thought about how she’d written it herself, finally! In fact, anything remotely like that didn’t even happen until she was actually holding her first book in her hand, amazed that she’d written it and wondering how on Earth she’d managed to do it when it hadn’t ever occurred to her to write one until months before. Surprisingly, though, it was just what she never realized she loved doing.

When starting out in life, Kamery had (and still has) big dreams to perform on Broadway. She loves music and acting very much, while she and dance have a love/hate relationship; she would love to do it and every form of dance decides it hates that about her, haha! The one constant she always had between the performing world and the book world were the stories, tales that transported her to other worlds and made her feel like she really could do anything. Finally, she decided she wanted to do that for someone else and sat down to write.

It’s been a few years since she held that first book, realizing that she really liked writing and wanted to do more, but the love that blossomed in that moment has only grown. Currently, Kamery works from home in Arizona, while taking care of her two adorable kids, a girl and a boy, and talking her sweet husband Jake’s ear off about the insane amount of characters in her head who are ready to fight to the death for a chance at their own novels. It truly is a wonderful life! You can find out more about Kamery at her WEBSITE

Katherine Bone

National best-selling 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 that 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, honour, and country—and the happily-ever-afters that every alpha male and damsel deserve. You can find out more about Katherine and contact her at her WEBSITE


Amanda Mariel

USA Today Bestselling author Amanda Mariel dreams of days gone by when life moved at a slower pace. She enjoys taking pen to paper and exploring historical time periods through her imagination and the written word.

When Amanda is not writing she can be found reading, crocheting, traveling, practicing her photography skills, or spending time with her family.

You can contact and find out more about Amanda at her WEBSITE


Chloe Flowers

Award winning author Chloe Flowers is married and lives in a small Ohio town with her best boyfriend ever, three children and two dogs: Luke and Indie. She writes and historical adventure romance, small town contemporary romance and Women’s Fiction.
After many years in the corporate environment managing marketing promotions for major consumer products companies, running a gourmet cookie company, Chloe broke free from the cubicle to write full-time.
She’s always been a Parrothead, loves to write while listening to Celtic music and when life gets too serious she reads Calvin and Hobbes comics.

Chloe lives in Ohio with two rambunctious dogs, Indiana and Luke, who are named after her two favorite action heroes. You can contact and find out more about Chloe at her WEBSITE

Jennifer Bray-Weber

Award-winning author Jennifer Bray-Weber is a proud native Texan. She is a married domestic goddess/beach bum with two beautiful daughters. The type to take on dares, she has been able to express her creative thinking through countless questionable, often hilarious, life experiences.

Her interests include writing, reading, traveling (what she likes to call “research”), horseback riding, scrapbooking, shopping, relaxing at the beach, and dares. You can contact and find out more about Jennifer at her WEBSITE


Exclusive Interview with the Authors of the Romance on the High Seas 

What hobbies or pastimes do you partake in to relax?

Danelle Harmon : I’m not sure it’s “relaxing,” but we own, and occasionally breed, German Shorthaired Pointers, and I’ve been heavily involved in the world of dog shows for over thirty years. I’ve shown several dogs to their championships and one of our puppies, now nearly three, was named for the hero of my book CAPTAIN OF MY HEART (Brendan) and takes both his registered and call name from that dashing privateer. I showed Brendan to his championship last year and he’s my pride and joy and constant shadow. I also have a small skiff whose lines and design were taken from a late 19th century small craft which I enjoy sailing – it’s one of my passions. I also enjoy plane spotting, photography, and reading.

Tell us about the genre you have chosen to write in and why you are drawn to it.

Barbara Devlin : I began my writing career in the Georgian and Regency eras tied to the Peninsular Wars, because I just felt drawn to those times. I lived in London, during my undergraduate studies, and I toured the Naval Academy at Greenwich. Later, I toured Wellington’s home in Hyde Park, and I was hooked.

What historical period have you not yet written about, but would like to?

Amanda Mariel : I would love to write in the medieval time period, I have a book underway that is set during the medieval period and I am very much enjoying researching and writing it. However, it is only about one third of the way written because my focus remains on the Victorian and Regency. I work on the medieval in-between releases and hope to release it sometime late in 2018.

If you weren’t a writer, what would you be?

Chloe Flowers : A grossly underpaid volleyball coach. I have been coaching for almost ten years. I did the math once and discovered that when I divided the total hours into the pay, I was making about $2.37 an hour.

What is your writing environment like?

Kamery Solomon : I have a desk in my front room that I normally write at. It’s got a Himalayan salt lamp on it, plus some other stones and gems to help with creativity and anxiety issues. There’s also a small pot full of pens and markers and a gift a reader sent me. The walls around it are covered in erasable calendars, white boards, cork boards, posters of my book covers, old maps, ship models, and other odds and ends that I like having around for ambience.

Do you have a favorite place you have traveled to? Or perhaps a place you long to visit?

Jennifer Bray-Weber : The Caribbean calls my name. I’ve visited 10 Caribbean islands. St. Lucia, St. Thomas, and Barbados have been my favorites so far but there are hundreds more I want to see. Visiting Italy is on my bucket list.

If you could meet any person living or dead, who would it be and why?

Katherine Bone : I’d want to meet Admiral Horatio Nelson and Lady Emma Hamilton! In a time when scandal meant the end to reputation and a place amongst the ton, these two lovers shrugged their shoulders at public convention and shared a deep passion no one understood.

Romance on the High Sea’s box set is out on 23rd May and available at Amazon and all related online stores.

*All excepts belong to authors and were kindly provided to Chicks Rogues and Scandals for this post. The interview is exclusive to Chicks Rogues and Scandals.