Hi everyone!
The Sea Dog crew is setting sail again and this time it’s Caleb’s story! Our ship’s navigator is going to take us on a quest for the key to Atlantis! He’s by far my quirkiest hero, and Diana is a free spirit that will pull him out of his shell… I can’t wait for you to read it!
There’s an excerpt below and I’m having a giveaway if you scroll down you can enter the Rafflecopter!
BLURB – Pirate Caleb Graves may be an immortal, but he’s also a navigator and a man of science. And yet he can’t explain the erratic tides threatening Savannah. Nor the terrible dreams of sailing through a vicious, supernatural storm that he keeps having. But when fascinating, petite dynamo Diana Williams marches up to his ship and demands to speak to the captain, Caleb is caught up in a wave of unexpected fear…and an electric frisson of longing for this captivating woman.
Diana wouldn’t be a true psychic if she didn’t listen to her spirit guide. So when dream after dream compels her to visit specific coordinates in the Atlantic, she can’t ignore it. Now, she just needs a ship. Good thing she knows about a particular pirate ship that’s in tip-top shape. Complete with a surly, albeit hot, navigator who doesn’t immediately believe in her visions. But no matter how much Caleb objects, she’ll risk sending the entire crew—including herself—to the uncharted ocean.
But both their dreams could be the key to saving Savannah and may even be a clue about the fabled lost city of Atlantis. Or it could damn them all to an unforgiving, watery grave.
You can grab your copy here:
Amazon – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09K66XRX9/
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Excerpt – (First kiss)
“I don’t recall losing a key.” He rubbed his hands on his jeans to keep himself from touching her. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, but he’d never been so distracted by a woman before, so drawn to her.
The intensity of the duet had probably stirred up yearnings inside of him. He glanced over at her, chastising himself for trying to make up excuses. The truth was, it was all Diana. Yes, she was beautiful, but there were plenty of pretty faces in Savannah. No, it was more, something in her eyes, a wisdom and strength that were like a window into her soul.
A poet’s folly.
This was obviously a hormonal response to pheromones… He put an abrupt stop to his train of thought.
He’d given her his word not to draw on science.
She shook her head slowly. “It’s probably not a physical key like the one to your car or your house.”
His brows pinched in confusion. “They why call it a key?”
“Dreams aren’t an exact science.” Her full lips curved slightly. “You’re not going to jump in and point out they’re not science at all?”
“I’ve sworn off science for the night, remember?” He winked and she rewarded him with a grin.
“A man of his word. I like it.” She focused on her phone’s bright screen. “It could be a physical key, or it could be a symbol. We might be able to determine more when you tell me the rest of the dream.”
Without science to fill his sails and find his true north, he felt adrift in unfamiliar waters where anything was possible. It left him vulnerable and uncertain.
Just like his dream.
He swallowed the lump in his throat. “That’s all there is to tell.”
She frowned, studying him for a moment.
He lost himself in her beauty, the bow of her lips, the curve of her brows, the shine in her dark eyes. He whispered, before he realized he was going to speak, “You fascinate me.” He wet his lips, struggling for words. “I’ve been alive, learning every detail about this world for over two-hundred-fifty years, but I don’t think I’ve ever been forced to be a part of it until now. Until you.” A smile crept up on him. “I’m glad we met.”
She laughed, her lashes sweeping down as she stared at the floor. “Me too.” She lifted her gaze again, her grin softening as she met his eyes. “I know I should go home and get some sleep before the trip tomorrow, but…”
He took her hand in his. “Don’t go.”
She didn’t pull away. Her chin rose, her lips parting just slightly.
Fuck, it had been centuries since he’d kissed anyone. He wasn’t sure he still remembered how. He brought his free hand up to caress her cheek. Her skin was even softer than he’d imagined.
“May I kiss you?” He breathed, his immortal heart racing.
She nodded and he didn’t hesitate, claiming her lips.
He groaned as her mouth softened, opening to him. He explored her mouth, his tongue tangling slowly with hers. She tasted like cinnamon and honey. Her lips were soft and addictive. He never wanted to let her go. In fact, he needed more. So much more.
His fingers slid into her braids, holding her tighter. Her hands moved up his chest, making him wish he’d never buttoned the damned shirt. He ached for her touch.
He tilted his head, deepening the kiss as he wrapped his other arm around her.
Time was a meaningless construct now.
Diana was his world. The only reality that mattered.
Her fingertips found the bare skin on the back of his neck and he moaned into the kiss, his erection pulsing against the confines of his jeans. Fire roared through his veins with a visceral pull he’d never known. He yearned to be even closer to her, to discover every inch of her body and find every spot that made her gasp with pleasure.
When she finally broke the kiss, he had no idea how much time had passed. And he didn’t fucking care. His chest heaved as he struggled to catch his breath. This raw passion was new.
His gaze wandered over her face, her well-kissed lips. “Have I hurt you?”
“No.” Her sexy smile reignited the wildfire of desire in his soul. “The opposite actually.” She chuckled as she worried her lower lip. “It’s been a long time since I was with anyone, so…I just don’t want to get carried away and do something we can’t take back.”
“You don’t want to know how long it’s been for me.” Laughter boomed from the depths of his spirit. She was a damned miracle he hadn’t known existed, and he definitely didn’t deserve. “It feels good to laugh.”
“It does.” She nodded, her hand traveling slowly up his thigh. He was hyperaware of every touch, as if his body had just awakened from eons of slumber. “I’m assuming you don’t have any protection either, right?”
“Protection?” His mind went to his gun safe as he shook his head. “I have ammunition. Why?”
“No.” She grinned, shaking her head. “I mean condoms. Birth control. Protection?”
He blinked with a chuckle. “Sadly, no. I…It’s been a really long time for me.”
“Wait.” She squeezed his thigh. “Do not tell me they hadn’t been invented yet.”
He swallowed that truth and shrugged. “All right.”
“No!” Her jaw dropped, and that joyful sparkle in her eyes bewitched him. He wanted to make her happy until the end of time. “You seriously haven’t had sex since before condoms?”
“I’ve been busy.” He gestured to the bookcases.
She raised a teasing brow. “I love a good book too, but really?”
“They hold the secrets of the universe.”
She grinned. “Secrets of the universe probably don’t keep you very warm at night.”
“True.” A smile tugged at his lips. “But I bought an amazing electric blanket from QVC.”