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Blind and held prisoner, Tristan finds himself at the mercy of Valero, a pirate who bears no love for the Regency. Valero is determined to seduce Tristan, and Tristan fears his resolve won't last. His duty is clear, but so is his desire.
As the days tick by with no word or ransom from the Regency, Tristan begins to question what loyalty means to his Prince, the Regency he's sworn to, and to the man who holds him captive. He begins to realize that being a prisoner may actually set him free.
190 pages, Paperback
First published December 1, 2011
The hose made me feel tawdry and cheap, and yet, I found that feeling cheap, in turn, made me unbelievably horny. I wanted to be fucked.
‘The pirate ship was long and lean. A giant skull and crossbones had been painted flamboyantly across her nose.
She was anything but subtle.’
‘Anything Valero asked of me, I would have given. He was more than my lover. He was my captor, my ruler, my provider. He was my life.
Captain Kelley no longer existed.’
Somehow, even though I was blindfolded, even though my hands were bound and I was pinned to the table by a man who held me prisoner, I felt free.
He was talking in my ear, a low, urgent whisper in a language I didn't know, so lost in pleasure he didn't seem to care that I didn't understand. I didn't care, either. I cared about nothing but the way the fabric rubbed me, Valero's hands kneaded me, his cock pushed against mine. My hands were bound. I couldn't see. I could give nothing back. I could only cling to him, revealing in the wonderfully erotic pleasure of skin and lace on my naked flesh.
He gripped the back of my neck and pulled me close to kiss me. It wasn’t a lingering kiss. It was short and sweet, and it came with a promise. "I swear to you, Tristan, I won't let you down."
He wasn’t demanding my submission—he wasn’t even asking for it—but I knew it would be accepted if I chose to give it. The firmness of his grip on my head, the softness of his touch, told me he’d not only accept it, he’d recognize it for the gift it was. He’d reward me for it. He wouldn’t make me submit. He’d make me want to submit, and suddenly I wanted more than anything to do just that.
He broke our kiss suddenly, although he didn’t let me go. He was breathing hard, and it almost seemed I could feel him looking at me. “You have no idea how crazy you make me,” he said. “I don’t know what to do to you first.”
“Please,” I gasped. I didn’t even know what I was begging for. I only knew it involved him. “Please,” I said again.
“Tristan,” he whispered. He pulled away, but only enough to reach down and touch the tie at my wrists. “Do I dare cut you free?”
Yes! I wanted to tell him. I wanted to touch him. I wanted to put my arms around him. Yes, untie me. Yes, do anything you want to me!
I belonged with him, not to him.M/M pirates in space! What could be better? :D
It was a moment of sheer peace. I had no fear. I had no shame.The way the author teased me with the mystery of what exactly Tristan's kink was . . . damn! My evil brain came up with every dark and sordid possibility imaginable, but I was way off, lol. I'm so glad I didn't spoil myself before I went in. That was HOT!
"I've never wanted anyone the way I want you."The second half of the story wasn't quite as good for me. I thought the author began over-explaining Tristan and Valero's emotions and telling me what I was supposed to be feeling.