A
Tale of Tomahawks and Hoop Skirts
It was 1587 – long before mail
order brides and southern belles made their debut.
Six single English women joined a
risky overseas colonial venture and sailed to the New World. With hearts full
of fairy tale hopes and dreams, they sailed straight into pirates, mutiny,
conspiracy, and ambushes.
Also awaiting their arrival were the tall dark lords of the forests – the First Americans.
Also awaiting their arrival were the tall dark lords of the forests – the First Americans.
What resulted was…
A resounding clash of cultures. An unforgettable
era of tomahawk swinging warriors and the parasol-twirling debutantes who
engaged them in a daring dance of courtship.
This is their story:
LOST COLONY SERIES
Book #1 – Breaking Ties
Book #2 – Trail of Crosses
Book 3# - Into the Main (coming
soon!)
Available on Amazon, BN,
Smashwords, Kobo, and iBooks.
Happy reading!
Jo
Breaking
Ties Excerpt:
"You want my help." 'Twas
an accusation.
"Aye."
His eyes darkened. "I save your life. I give gifts. I offer
marriage." He closed the remaining distance between us, his eyes burning
into mine.
I stumbled back.
"You give nothing in return," he snarled. "You only ask
for more."
"I would had I something to offer," I whispered. "But I
have nothing. I am nothing."
"Then what use are you to me?" He wheeled away.
I sagged against the door, eyes stinging. I blinked rapidly and pressed
a hand to my stomach. Nausea rolled at the thought of informing the others of
my failure.
Manteo circled the cabin like a hawk stalking its prey. 'Twas a fine
room with ornately carved shelves lining one wall. Bunks were built into the
next wall. A generous desk jutted from the third, overflowing with maps and
navigational devices. I recognized the compass and hourglass but could not
identify the other instruments. I jerked in surprise when Manteo swooped down
upon me.
"I know our location." His arms shot out and slapped the wall
on either side of me, hemming me to the door. "I could swim ashore from
here."
"Then why do ye stay if ye can leave and save yourself?"
"Governor White gave his word to deliver me home."
"We are going to starve, Manteo. 'Tis only a matter of days
now."
"Nay. You alone starve. The others eat."
"I have no appetite."
"You act as one already dead."
I straightened my back. "I accept what I cannot change."
"And I change what I cannot accept." He shifted his weight to
the wall, one arm propped over my head. He drew his fingertips down the side of
my face in a feather-light caress.
I closed my
eyes against the rush of unbearable sweetness. He made me long for things
forbidden.
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Lovely feature! Thank you for posting, Mary. :)
ReplyDelete--Jo