Sparks fly when the Caribbean’s most fearsome pirate falls under the spell of a sexy spitfire who’d rather send him to Davy Jones’s locker…

Only you know that’s not where the story goes. LOL

Rogues had to have a pirate story. A taste of Jack Sparrow somewhere amidst all those pages. Luckily, Delilah Night gave me this story. Enjoy the excerpt!

And in celebration of pirates, I’ll give away a copy of my space pirate story, Desire’s Prisoner, to one lucky commenter!

Excerpt from “Plunder”

The pirate captain marched up the line of the Maya’s sailors, coldly assessing each man. Other pirates walked behind him, gathering weapons and yelling orders at the forfeited crew. Marcus was surrounded and forced below decks.

Seeing the pirate stride closer made Brianna clutch her cutlass. No man here might have the balls to attack the pirates, but she did.

His glance cut to her sword. “Put it down, lad. Don’t think to try me.”

Defiantly, she stepped out of line and faced him.

He raised an eyebrow at the gentle curve of her breasts beneath her shirt.

His distraction presented the perfect opportunity. She lunged. Bree grinned fiercely as she scored first blood, a slice across his side, but her victory was short-lived.

With quick moves, he parried, hooked her weapon with his, and tossed it away, disarming her. In the space between one heartbeat and the next, she found herself face down on the deck with the pirate captain’s boot planted firmly on her back. Humiliation heated her cheeks.

This would never have happened if Papa hadn’t sent me away. Fighting had been yet another useful skill she’d abandoned in favor of nonsense like bossing around servants. Maids were bigger crybabies than seasick boys on their first sail.

“This girl has more courage than the rest of you scum put together. At least she tried to kill me,” he said derisively.

The boot was removed, and the pirate captain hauled her to her feet.

She immediately cocked a fist.

“Quite the spitfire, aren’t you?” The captain ducked her swing and grabbed her waist. The world spun as he lifted her in the air and tossed her over his shoulder like a sack of flour.

Her blood boiled. “Go to hell!” She beat at his back as he carried her to the quarterdeck. Abruptly, he bent and set her on her feet with her back to the railing.

The pirate imprisoned her hands in one of his own. “I have a proposition, minx. You’ve given me more amusement in the past five minutes than I’ve had in a long time. Amuse me tonight, and I won’t kill your crewmates. Perhaps, you’ll even please me so well I’ll let you keep your ship.”

The roar in her ears wasn’t the ocean. “What?”

His bright blue eyes glittered with amusement. “Don’t disappoint me now. Is the idea of my bed so repulsive that you’d rather lose your ship?”

Her heart hammering, Bree swallowed and lifted her chin. “How do I know you’ll honor the bargain?” My body is to be a bargaining chip, no matter what. Better to use it for the Maya than submit to whomever Papa chose.

He gave her a feral smile. “You don’t.”

She was insulted to feel her nipples sharpen in response. “Do I have your word none of the crew is to be harmed until tomorrow morning?” Maybe the landlubber won’t want a bride who’s already been tumbled…

“That depends on the persuasion of your lips right now. Kiss me.” He released her hands and straightened, waiting.

Her skin was alive with the kind of anticipation she experienced in those moments before a squall blew in. My choice. Heat kindled between her legs. Brianna took a fistful of the pirate’s shirt. She yanked to bring his mouth to hers and bit his lower lip before lightly sucking on it. His arms banded about her, and their lips fused. His tongue plundered her mouth, and she matched every thrust and parry.

When they broke for air, he chuckled. “Direct hit. Very well, decisions can wait until the morning.” Clasping her hand, he led her to his men. “Take her back to the ship and stow her in my cabin. No one touches her but me.”

One kiss, and he’s robbed me of my sea legs.