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Three Novellas… Three enchanting settings and adventures… Three unlikely lovers finding each other along the way…
Experience sailing the Caribbean Ocean with a pirate captain and his mythical lovers in The Salty Pearl’s Reluctant Commander. How will Bastien Verdon deal with his superstitious crew and a vengeful god who wants what’s his? Next is Captured By the Hunted, a vampire hunter story that asks who is the hunted? Gedeon Kadar, a Scythian warrior turned vampire or a pair of mated dhampirs hunting vampires for the Oltalom Order?
Fate Sent Her Two immerses you in a contemporary farmhouse setting in coastal California. Maggie McConklin, a widow and well-known figurative painter, launches an ad for housemates to save her home. Adam and Greg answer the ad. Sparks fly the moment the gorgeous men step out of their classic Charger to find Maggie and her Blue Heeler, Sorcha, waiting on the porch.
As a bonus to this diverse collection of sweeping, deeply romantic, MMF fantasy stories, enjoy Pinpricks: An Adult Fairy Tale. In its anthology appearance in Magick & Mystery by Dragon Soul Press, one reviewer said: “Superfast start. Very interesting premise. An unexpected joy.” Find out where a prince and three witches end up in a tale about choices, discovery, and questionable happy-ever-afters.
Three Novellas… Three enchanting settings and adventures… Three unlikely lovers finding each other along the way…
Experience sailing the Caribbean Ocean with a pirate captain and his mythical lovers in The Salty Pearl’s Reluctant Commander. How will Bastien Verdon deal with his superstitious crew and a vengeful god who wants what’s his? Next is Captured By the Hunted, a vampire hunter story that asks who is the hunted? Gedeon Kadar, a Scythian warrior turned vampire or a pair of mated dhampirs hunting vampires for the Oltalom Order?
Fate Sent Her Two immerses you in a contemporary farmhouse setting in coastal California. Maggie McConklin, a widow and well-known figurative painter, launches an ad for housemates to save her home. Adam and Greg answer the ad. Sparks fly the moment the gorgeous men step out of their classic Charger to find Maggie and her Blue Heeler, Sorcha, waiting on the porch.
As a bonus to this diverse collection of sweeping, deeply romantic, MMF fantasy stories, enjoy Pinpricks: An Adult Fairy Tale. In its anthology appearance in Magick & Mystery by Dragon Soul Press, one reviewer said: “Superfast start. Very interesting premise. An unexpected joy.” Find out where a prince and three witches end up in a tale about choices, discovery, and questionable happy-ever-afters.
Enjoy A Free Chapter – Captured By the Hunted
Evy Blakemore
Our vampire stalker kept to his shadows and let us pass him on the stairs, and I wondered why. If we weren’t on such a sensitive mission, I would have confronted him. Part of me deep down would kill to know what his company meant, maybe even suspected what it was. Even as I focused all my senses on the belfry and my mate above me, the idea of challenging our watcher sent shivers down my spine. But now was not the time for distractions.
We’d come to the top of the stairs at last and took the final step through the hatch into the round tower. The smell of decay permeated the chilly darkness. The most dangerous vampire we’d ever been assigned hid somewhere in these shadows—sleeping. Our job was to make sure he never woke up.
At first glance, the open-air chamber appeared empty until my eyes adjusted, revealing a few cupboards and chests tucked in the curve of the far wall. The weather, constantly blasting through the high arched windows, had swept away any debris. Not even cobwebs shimmered from the beams.
Robert motioned me to edge around the east side of the perimeter while he did the same on the west where he carefully inspected the sagging, damp furniture. We studied every detail on our way to the farthest window where the majority of the feeble daylight trickled in with the waning sun. We had no idea what form Lord Barath slept in thanks to his very old magic. He could be a tiny mouse or bat, a wolf, or in some hideous demon form. Occasionally, we were confronted with multiple decoys.
The powerful ones were excellent illusionists.
From our meeting point, we scanned the room again before walking a straight line through the center back to the stairway opening. I pinched my nose to show Robert I smelled our quarry. The vampire was definitely in here with us. I pointed to the broken floorboards. We couldn’t pry at them or stomp around and test for hollow spots for obvious reasons, so Robert ran his keen vision along the floor for clues while I looked up… And just in time.
Shadow and sharp yellow teeth filled my vision. The sly vampire had been a tiny spider and now hung from a man-sized gossamer strand. Robert yanked me out of the way just before Lord Barath could latch onto my neck. In the same move, my partner arced his blade up and cut the strand, and we dove into a roll, aiming for the wall behind the stairs.
Our blades rang out as we lurched into position. I strained to see anything moving, but it was as still as ancient castle ruins should be… until low, menacing laughter crawled up the walls. The demon spoke. “The Oltalom Order has sent another hapless duo to end me. Look how well that worked last time. I heard you coming before you crossed the threshold. Are you prepared to die, children?”
“Last time?” Robert said. “You mean three hundred years ago during your last rampage when hunters trapped you as a bat in a silver-lined cage? You’re getting long in the tooth old man. Why don’t you show yourself and find out which of us will die.” Detached laughter rumbled over the floorboards. Then, the ancient vampire obliged us.
Swords ready, we turned towards the whoosh of air overhead. The dangling wraith sprang back into the rafters and vanished. Silence ensued. We watched and waited. We were prepared for the demon lord to swing at us again like a pendulum at high velocity, but we didn’t expect him to change to a dragon mid-swing.
I froze and gaped at the huge, spiny midnight-black creature bearing down on us with luminescent, jagged teeth and red glowing eyes. Robert reacted much better than I and pierced the beast’s chest under its wing. The dragon let out an ear-splitting screech.
“Run, Evy!”
“What!”
“He’s growing bigger. I’m going for his head, but if I miss, you need to be gone!”
“No! We do this together!” The dragon was growing so fast that soon we would have no room to maneuver. I pushed Robert toward his side of the room. “Leap with me!”
We sprinted in opposite directions away from the dragon. I kicked off the granite wall on my side, spun in the air, and landed on the scaled back. Robert landed behind me, wrapped his arm around my middle, and swung his sword against the beast’s neck. It pierced deep despite the dragon’s armor. I went for the other side. Two deep wounds, a few chunks flayed off, but we would have to hack for a week to get through the massive neck.
The beast howled but kept growing, and soon we were being smashed against the rafters. One broke across the glistening serpentine head, lodging a giant sliver through his eye, and still, the beast pushed his way to the top, taking us with him, his laughter sounding too much like Lord Barath.
Robert shielded me from the splintering beams, and I felt his inhalation above my head right before his warm blood sprayed the side of my face.
“Robert!”
“Hang on, Evy. He’s taking off! Are you ready to fly?”
“Oh my god!” I screamed as we broke through the tower, chunks of stone and copper tiles falling away behind us. The dragon flapped its huge wings, nearly rocking us off of him, before launching into the air and coasting away from the castle.
Robert hugged me to him with one arm and kept his other arm out of sight, making me fear the worst. “Don’t let go, Evy, even if I fall. Do you hear me?” I couldn’t answer that… I didn’t want to think about it.
Frigid air slammed into us as we broke through a black cloud. Beyond it, green, rolling land speckled with scattered villages swept away from the medieval Balkan castle to the Aegean Sea. We were aloft on the back of a dragon!
Just when that mind-boggling reality sank in, Lord Barath’s laughter rippled through the air and died out, and the beast dropped out from under us, disappearing in a puff of smoke.
We were falling… and the ground was a long way down.
The journeys I end up on as I conduct research are a major part of the joy I find in writing. This month, I wandered into the Golden Age of Pirates and discovered all the fun facts that aligned with my precious memories of a favorite Disneyland adventure. If you’ve visited Pirates of the Caribbean in that magical park, you’ll know what I’m referring to.
I shared this in part in my recent newsletter, in case it looks familiar, but I wanted to expand on the fun facts and resources. Towards the end, I’ll give you a glimpse of the pirate story I’ve started for an anthology.
I’ve long asked myself why these infamous men who engaged in short careers rife with heinous acts of mayhem were such romantic figures who still capture our imaginations and sense of adventure hundreds of years later. The words of the most successful pirate, Black Bart, might give you an idea.
In an honest service there is thin commons, low wages, and hard labour. In this, plenty and satiety, pleasure and ease, liberty and power; and who would not balance creditor on this side, when all the hazard that is run for it, at worst is only a sour look or two at choking? No, a merry life and a short one shall be my motto.
— A General History of the Robberies and Murders of the most notorious Pyrates (1724), p.213–214
Bartholomew Roberts, aka John Roberts, aka Black Bart
And just look at them. They were swashbuckling commanders of the fastest ships who wore tricorn hats shaped into their own rebellious fashions, kept pets like parrots, wore a brace of pistols in a sash slung over their broadcoats and a cutlass hanging from their belts, just to name a few of the iconic images. They lived by a democratic code of conduct customized for life aboard their ship, which gave them a semblance of order among chaos critical to the company’s success. [This image was acquired on Pinterest, shared by Beyond Geek]
They came to their ends in action-packed battles like Blackbeard (allegedly shot and stabbed multiple times before succumbing) or were hung, covered in tar, and put on display in a cage like Captain Kidd.
A fun fact shared in an article by Disney Adulting on the history of Disneyland’s Pirates of the Caribbean; Disney’s Imagineers used real skeletons donated by a university medical center until improved technology allowed them to be replaced and returned for proper burial. Click on the image to learn more.
Pirates flew flags of doom known as the Jolly Roger like this one still in existence and referenced in Wikipedia, and allegedly wove smoking firecrackers into their beards (Blackbeard again) to terrorize their enemies.
Some faced these relentless dangers and horrible ends simply because they wanted a life of excitement and adventure. Stede Bonnet, the gentleman pirate, gave up his family, wealth, and a leisurely life on a Barbados plantation, bought a sloop he named the Revenge, employed his pirate crew, and set sail for his first raid knowing nothing about seafaring, fighting, or commanding a ship.
No one knows what motivated the Englishman to change his life so drastically, but it begs one to attribute it to boredom and discontent with his perfect life (some say his wife). This story is the most fascinating to me because of this man’s dramatic arc, though there are so many great characters to pick from.
It is harder to fit heroic women into these tales since they were banned by the code from life at sea and relegated to the background as pirate wives or prostitutes in pirate havens.
There are astonishingly two famous women, who turned out to be fiercer pirates than their not so impressive captain, Calico Jack (John) Rackham, who were tried for piracy and pardoned as expectant mothers, Anne Bonny and Mary Read. Another great story, though much of it must be drawn from sketchy historical accounts and their trial documents.
So, how do women figure into the fictional pirate legends so many people love to write about? Well, when you write fantasy, there are endless possibilities and plenty of loopholes in the pirate code at your disposal.
My story will involve a pirate captain who wants his pardon and yearns to retire to his plantation, but his crew isn’t on the same page. After a fierce storm, they come alongside a piece of wreckage and two mysterious castaways… and this is where my bent for fantasy comes into play and will loosely involve sea god mythology.
I hope you enjoy this opening scene.
It was the company’s first day of meager sunlight after the darkest storm in Bastien Marceau’s memory. The struggling brightness was welcome, which said a lot about the bizarre weather dogging the Salty Pearl since the day five months ago when his crew forced him at sword point to sign the articles of agreement and command this cursed vessel.
The reluctant captain’s skills and sheer luck had kept their losses low and this time, even as the heavily repaired and vulnerable mainsail was torn asunder by the force of nature, no hands had met their end. The quartermaster was even now rallying the men for a vote to allow their new commander to live another day.
Bastien didn’t waste this rare moment of calm worrying about his fate. Instead, he enjoyed the breeze brushing against his face as it carried the scent of sand, coconut, and spice. It comforted his troubled soul like the image he carried with him of his sugar plantation bathed in the glow of a sinking sun. His dream waited for him on Saint Dominique… if he could just break free.
D. L. Lewellyn
My latest writing journey started when I wanted to understand the anatomy of a pirate ship. I found Gold and Gunpowder on YouTube and meandered happily into a rabbit hole.
By D. L. Lewellyn 