4 Stars, AE Kendall, Historical Romance, Reviewed by Lisa

Review: The Quartermaster and the Marquis’ Son by AE Kendall

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Title: The Quartermaster and the Marquis’ Son

Author: AE Kendall

Publisher: Hermione Press

Pages/Word Count: 466 Pages

At a Glance: This is a fun, guilty pleasure, love and lust and danger on the high seas adventure.

Reviewed By: Lisa

Blurb: A gorgeous pirate, a handsome nobleman. A clash at sea.

Galen is the seasoned twenty-six year old Quartermaster of the Fair Wind and a fierce rover. Tall, dark and handsome with piercing green eyes. He cuts an imposing figure to any man foolish enough to get in his way. For the past seven years, he and the men of the Brethren of the Coast have scoured the Caribbean seas seeking the lone vessel traversing unawares, ready to steal her cargo. But he harbors a dark secret. He has spent the last three years haunted by the memory of a Spaniard named Obrigio who brutally assaulted him in Puerto Principe after a near disastrous raid. While setting his sights on Obrigio rumored to have since taken to the seas, Galen unleashes his fury on the unsuspecting merchant ships unfortunate enough to cross paths with him and his Brethren privateers.

Twenty year old Michel Laurent du Montbron is the third son of the Marquis d’ Sevigne-Chambord and harbors a secret. For as long as he can remember, he has been attracted to men. When his older brother is unexpectedly banished to Jamaica by their tyrannical father and made to oversee the building of a plantation, Michel decides to follow on his heels knowing the future holds nothing for him in France, though he is waylaid by illness. When he finally succeeds in leaving, just two days shy of Port Royal, his ship is besieged by buccaneers. Unwilling to stand idle while his ship is overrun, he takes up arms and encounters the stunningly handsome Fair Wind’s Quartermaster. He is ultimately disarmed and taken captive by the imposing figure and thrown into the hold. Michel must learn to fend for himself on a ship full of cutthroats and murderers while coming to grips with his predicament and his growing feelings for the man who took him captive.

While Michel is immediately smitten, Galen is slower to admit his true feelings, that he is equally enamored by his young prisoner. Together they embark on a saga of romance and self-discovery amidst the hardship and unforgiving conditions on a roving ship. Will their growing love survive and prevail on the high seas, or will the Quartermaster be proven correct that, despite their best efforts to stay together, rovers like Galen and men of Michel’s ilk just don’t mix.

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Review: Oh my lord. ::fans self:: I’ve just stepped into the wayback machine and returned to the days of my first swashbuckling bodice rippers—Valerie Sherwood’s Love series. With titles like Bold Breathless Love and Wild Willful Love and my wild and willful and bold hormones leaving me breathless for her pirate, van Ryker, I became a lifelong sucker for the bad boys who once sailed the seas, looting, pillaging and plundering the hearts of the ones who eventually became their willing captives.

AE Kendall’s The Quartermaster and the Marquis’ Son is very much the M/M version of a good old fashioned bodice ripper, and I ate it up rather gleefully. As the story opens, the author lays the foundation of plausibility for Michel Laurent du Montbron’s story, as we see the proverbial writing on the wall. The Marquis d’ Sevigne-Chambord has an heir who has been molded in his image to take over the reins of the family legacy. Michel and his older brother Alain, the boy’s only ally, are nothing but the disappointing spares who will never live up to their sire’s impossible standards. When the Marquis’ final and inflexible demand ends in an unseemly brawl between the brothers, it sets the foundation for the adventure this novel becomes and gives us the reason for Michel to set out on his own. Alain is exiled to Jamaica and Michel is determined to follow him, though his departure is delayed by a full two years when he comes down with the ague, which waylays his plans of escape.

But then, this is where the story truly begins.

As you might expect—since this is a seafaring romance, after all—Michel’s ship is attacked by pirates. And one pirate in particular, Galen, captures Michel because…reasons. Reasons such as Michel happens to be beautiful and fair, and Galen happens to be wildly attracted to him. Although, Galen’s nowhere near ready or willing to admit it to himself, let alone to Michel. Nor is Michel at all comfortable with admitting that he is far more attracted to men than women.

Michel is kept a prisoner in the hold of the ship, though he’s treated well, given the circumstances. Especially when his fever returns and he’s in need of near constant attention. And speaking of fever of a wholly different kind, Michel and Galen’s interactions are a slow burn of unresolved sexual tension, during which time we see that though Michel isn’t as full on alpha-male as Galen, far from it, he’s also far from the damsel in distress. He can hold his own when push comes to shove, though he does swoon a little bit. But, who wouldn’t when faced with a man like Galen, the dark and mysterious and beautiful hunk of a pirate. Michel isn’t immune to a little possessive jealousy.

Galen is hard edged and fierce, a man with a secret in his past that drives him to seek vengeance against the Spaniard who’d once brutalized him. Galen wants Obrigio dead at all costs. And the question eventually becomes whether or not the price of losing Michel is worth the pound of flesh that Galen has spent seven years honing a taste for. It all comes to an exciting climax, fraught with what I’d say was the inevitable make or break point in the story’s arc.

Let’s be honest here for a moment, shall we? Suspending belief is an absolute must when we’re talking about this particular brand of romance. Pirates who sailed the seas during the age of buccaneers likely suffered from all manner of unattractive hygiene issues and rotten teeth that would offend our modern sensibilities, but that’s part of the fun of this particular niche of historical romance—the fantasy of it. These were lawless men who fought and lived and died by their own particular codes of honor, and that’s what makes them sexy, the fact that they were beholden to none but themselves and their brethren. Until they found the one person they may have taken by hook or by crook, but would eventually come to lay down their lives for to keep them safe from harm.

And, while I’m busy being honest, let me also say here that this book could have used a bit more attention in the editing department, especially in what I felt was the over use of some period-appropriate words that were distracting in our modern usage of them, but didn’t detract too much from my overall enjoyment of the story. I also must say that if you’re not a fan of prose that has a tendency to run toward the purple, then proceed with the knowledge that both the narrative and dialogue ran a little florid at times, but it’s appropriate to both the genre and the story’s setting.

That said, Kendall tells a rousing tale of love and danger and revenge on the high seas. The action scenes were just that—filled with action. The love scenes were just that—filled with some pretty hot lovin’ and tempered by what seemed an impossible obstacle to overcome. Michel and Galen are two very different men who live in two very different worlds, and one question lies between them: will they find a way to be together, or are they merely ships passing in the night?

I can say with absolute certainty that the author accomplished her mission, at least for me: I was completely engaged by and invested in her two heroes. I wanted them to find their way to each other, and while there were plenty of stumbling blocks in their way, and their feelings seemed to grow more from lust than from a deeper exposition of their interests, I believed that they believed in the love they felt for each other, and that’s all that mattered in the end.

And speaking of the end, there’s a sequel on the horizon. It’s one I’ll read in a heartbeat.

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5 Stars, Bey Deckard, Reviewed by Lisa, Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Urban Fantasy, Self-Published

Release Day Review: Fated: Blood and Redemption by Bey Deckard

Title: Fated: Blood and Redemption

Author: Bey Deckard

Publisher: Self-Published

Pages/Word Count: 350 Pages

At a Glance: If it’s a measure of how well I loved this series to say it’s one I’ll read again once its end has had a chance to settle, then consider Fated, and the entire series, well loved.

Reviewed By: Lisa

Blurb: With the captain’s mind in shambles, Jon and Tom set out to find the passage home through the black mountain range, hoping to find a cure for Baltsaros’s madness. However, when the men are forced to part ways, darkness takes root in the schism created; fate, lust, and vengeance become obsessions threatening to tear apart the fragile bonds holding the three together.

Following on the heels of Sacrificed, Fated takes the pirates on a quest to find those responsible for the captain’s bloody beginnings. But can they survive what awaits them where past and present meet?

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Review: Sometimes starting a review is not only hard but pretty damned intimidating, especially when you harbor such a fondness for a series you’re afraid you can’t do it the justice it deserves…other than telling people just to read the books. I guess a reviewer’s job is the “why” of it, though, so here it goes:

The characters—Captain Baltsaros, Tom, and Jon: One a charming, ruthless and deadly pirate; one a former slave born into nobility, cheeky and irresistible; one an innocent young man kidnapped to be used as a tool of the Captain’s bidding, strong and at the same time, vulnerable. What makes these characters special is their individual charisma. Apart, they are a trichotomy—three individual pieces of a puzzle that perhaps shouldn’t fit together; together, however, they are a troika, an interworking of want and need that works as the completion of a relationship which must have Jon at its center for balance. He is the hinge for Baltsaros, for Tom, and at the intersection he plays the important role of not only loving both men but helping them learn how to love each other, to overcome their own insecurity and jealousy.

The journey these men take isn’t always measured in nautical miles but in milestones which draw them closer together and sometimes threaten to tear them apart. Fated: Blood and Redemption is the completion of the trilogy and marks the turning point where the Captain must freely offer of himself in order to bring deliverance to Jon, Tom, and, ultimately, to himself. Fated has an almost dreamlike quality to it, alternating between the past and the present, and steering readers through the psychological stigmata which threatens Baltsaros’s sanity, not to mention affecting both Jon and Tom in myriad ways. Is Fate at play in this story, are these men simply ghosts in the machine? Is every action, reaction, and decision—regardless of how well planned or impulsive—destined to bring these men through hell and spit them out on the other side as if they had no real choice at all? It would seem so. And through it all, they fuck and fight with intensity, as they have from the beginning, part of what makes these books so fantastic, that visceral tension that runs between the three of them.

The Adventure—This series is cleverly crafted Alt U/Fantasy, a bit of swashbuckling, a bit of mysticism, and so captivating because it’s not only original but draws one in emotionally as well. Each time Baal’s Heart sets sail, these men are affected by that journey, and, on the flip-side, these men affect each journey they undertake. It’s impossible not to become invested in the relationship these men have built, to grin madly at Tom and to sympathize with all three of them, and while the books aren’t necessarily romances, there is a romanticism to them: the idea of each loving two men for different but no less powerful reasons, living by their own rules and answering to no one but themselves and those they’ve chosen to keep close.

Fated brings the trilogy full-circle, the end is the beginning, and one can only assume the cycle will continue for these passionate men until the end of their days together. If it’s a measure of how well I loved this series to say it’s one I’ll read again once its end has had a chance to settle, then consider Fated, and the entire series, well loved.






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Character Interview With Captain Baltsaros, Tom, and Jon – The Baal’s Heart series by Bey Deckard

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In what I can assure you is one of the most interactive interviews ever done here at The Novel Approach, I’m happy to bring Bey Deckard to you today. Or, rather, Captain Baltsaros, Tom, and Jon of the pirate ship Baal’s Heart, in anticipation of the April 11, 2015 release of Fated: Blood and Redemption, Book Three of the Baal’s Heart trilogy.

There’s a reason Caged and Sacrificed made my list of Best Reads of 2014, not the least of which is the charm of the three characters who make this series all it is. To know them truly is to love them.

So, without further ado, here they are, the captain, Tom, and Jon.

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TNA: Gentlemen, thanks to you for agreeing to answer a few questions for me. I have to confess to feeling a bit intimidated by this interview, so let’s start with an easy question and see where it goes from there.

Will you introduce yourselves (or each other) to the readers who may not know you yet?

B: *laughs* There’s no need to feel intimidated, my dear. I assure you that we’re all on our best behaviour. *leans forward in his chair* Lisa, is it? May I call you Lisa?

TNA: Oh, Captain… you may call me anything you wish, but Lisa will do just fine. *winks*

T: *chuckles but stops at a look from the captain*

B: *inclining his head in a little bow* Lisa, it’s very nice to meet you. I’m Captain Baltsaros, captain of the pirate ship Baal’s Heart. We’re honoured to have been invited to speak with you. *smiles and leans back, hands clasped loosely in his lap* Now… let me introduce you to the two young men I have with me. On my left, trying to affect an air of disinterest, is Jon. More recently, Captain Jon Black.

J: *laughs* Well… Not captain anymore, but thank you for that. Pleased to meet you, Lisa. I’m not acting “disinterested”. I’m just… well, I’m not exactly sure what I’m supposed to be saying.

T: Yer supposed to say yer how-do-ye-do’s, love. Then ye bloody answer all the nice lady’s questions smartly, like a good lad… aye? *shifts in place patting at his trousers looking for something*

J: *rolls eyes* Don’t mind Tom. He’s chafing a little because the captain made him put on a shirt.

T: *snorts*

B: A little decorum goes a long way, Tom. Lisa, I apologize for my first mate. Though he’s the only one of us with legitimate noble beginnings, he enjoys playing the savage.

T: Thomas Hinchliffe of Averdown the Fourth. *side eyes Baltsaros before looking back at Lisa* Pleased to make yer acquaintance, I’m sure. How’s that for bloody decorum?

J: *choking* What? Where in the hells did that come from?

B: *laughs*

T: It’s my bloody name, ducky. *finds what he was looking and pulls a match out of his pocket*

J: I’m sorry, but you hate it when your mother calls you anything but Tom. The look you gave her—wait, the fourth? So your dad was… Ohh… is that why you don’t like being called… *trails off at a scowl from Tom*

T: D’ye mind if I smoke here, lovey? *pulls a slim cigar out from behind his ear and holds it up*

TNA: *gapes* Erm… well… *clears throat* Yes, please, be my guest.

Jon, Tom, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance as well. Tom, I had no idea you were a member of the nobility. *desperately shuffles notes* And Jon, he doesn’t like to be called what? You can’t just leave readers hanging like that. I mean, you can, but you won’t… will you?

J: Oh, well he just doesn’t like it when his mother calls him “Thomas”. I figured it’s just because he likes being an ass, but… it’s got to do with your dad, right? *furrows brows as he looks at Tom*

T: Aye, the name don’t sit right with me for a couple’a reasons, love, that bein’ one of them. The gutless bastard that put me in my ma’s belly is Lord Thomas. I’m no coward like he was. Let’s just stick with Tom, aye? *holds the match to the end of his cheroot and puffs it to get it lit, then goes to drop it on the ground but stops at a soft noise from the captain*

Sorry. *balances the charred match on his knee*

B: *shakes his head and hands Tom the cup of water he’d been drinking from to use as an ashtray* We seem to have hijacked your interview, Lisa. Apologies,please… continue.

TNA: How are all three of you doing after your last adventure, especially you, Captain?

B: I’m recovering, thank you. *the words are said politely, but his expression is a little grim, and Tom and he share a look*

J: *staring down at his hands, face pale* Fine.

T: Aye, we’re fine, missy. It ain’t peaches and rainbows, but we’re gettin’ on the way we do.

B: Indeed we are. *the look he gives Jon is both worried and fond, and Jon lifts his head with a wan smile when he notices Baltsaros watching*

TNA: What are some things you know for sure about the three of you that you didn’t know even a few months ago?

J: *brightens* Tom’s name for one…

T: Don’t make me regret I told ye. *the words are a playful growl, and he blows out a plume of smoke*

J: *laughs* Ok… Sorry, Lisa. Let me think… Things we know for sure… Ummm. Do you mean things we learned about ourselves? Or about each other?

TNA: *grins* Please, do you think I ever have this much fun doing interviews? So, how about if we say a little of both? The roles have changed a bit for all three of you, in your relationship as well as on board ship, yeah? Are you all three comfortable with where you are now, especially in, shall we say, private?

J: Oh. *face reddening a little, he scrubs a hand through his curls and glances over at Tom*

T: For lord’s sake, love! It’s not like she’s askin’ to see yer pecker. *laughs*

TNA: Well, a lady would never ask, but a woman… There’s no telling what we’re apt to ask for. *grins*

J: *stares wide-eyed at Lisa for a moment, then his face splits into a self-conscious grin as he looks down at his hands, slowly shredding the hem of his shirt.*

B: *smirks at Jon and then turns to Lisa with a graceful smile* Things have… changed, yes. I think it’s fair to say that the roles we have both in public and private have shifted in just the past year. While Tom remains my first mate, he and I are much closer thanks to Jon. Jon’s role aboard changed following my… ah… mental lapse, and he continues to function as a failsafe for me in his role of quartermaster. *his smile becomes a little self-conscious* I now know for certain that I obviously need to relinquish control more oft—

T: Ha!

B: —en. *shakes his head at Tom, but he’s still smiling.*

J: I know that both of you learned basic human concepts like “trust” and “lo—

T: Bloody hells! Why d’ye two have to be so fuckin’ meaningful all the godsdamned time? *laughs and then leans forward in his chair, brow furrowed and blue-green eyes mischievous* Lisa, lovey, what I know for certain now that wasn’t bloody apparent before… is that Jon, feeble li’l fucker that he once was, is a right demon when it comes to givin’ me a deep dickin’—

J: Tom!

B: *sits back looking amused*

T: Lemme finish, lad. The lady asked for private, so I’m givin’ her bloody private, savvy? Sorry… where was I? Aye… when Jon’s balls-deep, he can be a real devil, every bit o’ rough that my da is and—*looks over at Baltsaros with a grin*—Da here, can be every bit o’ soft that Jonny-boy can be. It’s a bloody miracle, as far as I’m concerned. If ye ask me, I’m the one who got the best out of this deal. What d’ye think, love? *winks at Lisa*

TNA: Me? *laughs* I think you just changed me from a lady to a woman with one answer, you charming scoundrel. *winks back*

T: *waggles his brows and slouches back in this chair, puffing on the end of his cigar*

B: So, Tom, you’re saying that what you just said isn’t “meaningful”? *chuckles*

T: *shoots a look at Baltsaros, and for a moment the two men just smile at each other*

TNA: *stares* Uh, okay, assuming it can get a little stir crazy spending so much time on board ship, what’s your favorite way to blow off steam?

*All three laugh, and Jon goes an even darker shade of red*

T: C’mon, lad. You tell ‘er, since yer so bloody keen on torturin’ me lately…

J: *looks over at Baltsaros, but when the captain nods in encouragement, it looks like Jon wants to disappear into his chair* Uh… *rubs his face* Ok. Well… the long table in the stateroom got wrecked in the fight against the Reaper—long story *waves it away*… anyway, we had it up on crates at first, but then we found a replacement on our way home, and we had nowhere to put the old one. It just ended up propped against the wall… We were just going to throw it overboard, but one night I was telling Tom about what we called the “begging cross” in the dungeon I used to work in—I was a sort of interrogator in a dungeon in Portsmouth for my—

B: Jon, stay on the subject.

J: *breathes deep with a small nod, one hand picking nervously at the front of his tunic* Tom built a fair replica of a begging cross—it’s really just a big X—with the pieces of the old table and bolted it into the floor of our quarters. *glances over at Tom* And… well… now instead of spending time in the brig like he used to every time he gets into trouble… we tie him to the cross instead so we can take turns… at… *looks at Lisa and falters*

T: *starts to laugh*

J: Hey, you’re the one who’s been doing everything he can to get tied to the fucking thing, why do I have to talk about it?

T: Because ye turn a lovely shade o’ pink, lovey, and it makes my cock hard hearin’ ye speak words that do it to ye.

B: *brow cocked in amusement* Our first mate also took it onto himself to bring some new toys aboard… They’ve proven to be an excellent source of divertissement. Especially coupled with the cross. Tom, do you want me to tell our lovely host exactly what it was that Jon and I were doing that had you begging so charmingly last night?

T: *looking a little abashed, he shakes his head then focuses on Lisa* So what was that next question, lass? Did ye ask it? Can ye ask it?

J: *laughs* turnabout it fair play.

TNA: *fans self – reaches over and pats Tom’s hand* No worries, Tom, I knew that would be a, shall we say, loaded question. I also knew the answer would be a lot of fun. I’ll ask the next question, but pardon me if I seem a bit distracted from here out. My imagination… Oy.

T: *grins crookedly*

TNA: If you were each to write his own memoir, what would the titles of your books be?

B: I think mine would have to have something of madness in it *chuckles* but what about Of Monsters and Maelstroms: The Voyages of Captain Baltsaros?

*Jon and Tom both laugh*

T: Sounds like ye been thinkin’ o’ that for a while, aye? So ye gonna write a bloody memoir?

J: *helpless laughter* Oh gods… emphasis on the bloody

B: *for a moment something like anger crosses his face, but then he joins in on the laughter*

T: Ok… I think… if I were to put my life to paper… it’d be somethin’ like… uhhh—

J: Fucking and Fighting or Hungover and Horny

T: *grinning wide* D’ye see why I love Jonny-boy here so fuckin’ much? He bloody knows me.

B: What about you, Jon?

J: Me? I have no idea. Why would I want to write about what’s happened to me in my life? *he suddenly looks a little withdrawn*

T: *drops his cigar in the cup of water, gets up from his chair, and puts his arms around Jon’s shoulders to bury his face in the side of Jon’s neck*

J: *eyes closed, he listens to the words rumbled against his skin by the first mate and gives a little nod, his brow smoothing out*

B: *watches the exchange and then turns to Lisa with an apologetic smile* Jon’s memoir would be called something like The Burden of Trust.

J: *lets out a small, bitter-sounding laugh*

T: *instead of returning to his chair, Tom sits cross-legged on the floor in front of Jon’s*

TNA: Oh my… well, on that note, last question, gentlemen – can you give us a wee hint as to what your next journey will be? Just a little tease?

*Jon and the captain share a long look*

B: For now? We are heading to Madierus. I’m afraid it’s not a very interesting answer… but I’ve promised Jon that we won’t budge for a little while. Then, once we’re rested and tired of staying in one place, we’ll see.

T: Aye, we’ll see… see how long it takes for Abetha to drive us all bloody mad. Oh, that’s a thought: we could write a memoir together and call it Three Madmen in a Leaky Tub 

B: Baal’s Heart has yet to leak.

T: Aye, but the bloody state of her… unseemly with all them patches.

B: *frowns and nods thoughtfully* We’ll have plenty of time for repairs once we get to Madierus.

TNA: So you’re just going home?

J: *smiles softly, his grey-blue eyes soulful as his fingers stroke the side of Tom’s neck* Nah. Madierus is just… a break. It’ll never be home. Home is the Heart. It’s Baltsaros and Tom and me together. That’s home.

Now, if that’s all the questions… I think it’s actually time to be getting home now. I’m sorry that it got a little serious there. You have to understand that we’ve been through somewhat of an ordeal, and things have been a little rough.

I want to thank you for having us, and I hope you’ll have us again one day.

B: Yes, it was a definitely a pleasure, Lisa. I’ll be sure to send you a letter, should we find ourselves heading for strange waters. *his smile is friendly, and he bobs his head in a quick, charming bow*

T: If ye ever want to come sail with us, I’m sure I could find ye some room, lovey. Just let o’ Tom know. *he winks and quickly pulls Lisa’s knuckles to his mouth for a brief, rough-stubbled peck*

TNA: *gasps* Tom, you are a wicked scoundrel. And I can assure you, gentlemen, the pleasure was entirely mine.

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Fated(200x300)Blurb: With the captain’s mind in shambles, Jon and Tom set out to find the passage home through the black mountain range, hoping to find a cure for Baltsaros’s madness. However, when the men are forced to part ways, darkness takes root in the schism created; fate, lust, and vengeance become obsessions threatening to tear apart the fragile bonds holding the three together.

Following on the heels of Sacrificed, Fated takes the pirates on a quest to find those responsible for the captain’s bloody beginnings. But can they survive what awaits them where past and present meet?

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Cover Reveal and Exclusive Excerpt – Fated: Blood and Redemption (Baal’s Heart III)

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Title: Fated: Blood and Redemption
Series: Baal’s Heart
Author: Bey Deckard
Cover Artist: Bey Deckard
Release Date: April 11th, 2015
Word Count: 117 000+
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Blurb: With the captain’s mind in shambles, Jon and Tom set out to find the passage home through the black mountain range, hoping to find a cure for Baltsaros’s madness. However, when the men are forced to part ways, darkness takes root in the schism created; fate, lust, and vengeance become obsessions threatening to tear apart the fragile bonds holding the three together.

Following on the heels of Sacrificed, Fated takes the pirates on a quest to find those responsible for the captain’s bloody beginnings. But can they survive what awaits them where past and present meet?

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Excerpt: Tom gave Jon a faint smile as he took his place behind the ship’s wheel. Pitching the bastard overboard wasn’t what was bothering him; the man’s life or death hadn’t concerned him in the least… though being ripped apart by those things sure made for a good tale to tell. No, it was the way that Jon’s voice had taken on the same cold, precise tones that so often fell from Baltsaros’s lips. Even his accent had changed a little. Tom shook his head and tightened his hands on the handles without a word.

“You’re worried about me,” said Jon softly.

Frowning, the first mate nodded, keeping his eyes forward.

“Don’t be worried about me, Tom,” said the young captain.

Chewing the inside of his cheek for a second, Tom nodded again.

“We ready?” he asked gruffly. He looked over at Jon and saw that he was staring at him with an odd expression on his face.

“I’m not turning into him,” said Jon. “If that’s what you’re worried about.”

Tom shrugged and turned the wheel a little back and forth, impatient to get going.

“Ye bloody sounded just like him, Jon.”

When Jon reached for him, he wasn’t expecting the sudden, sharp pain in his scalp as his fingers snarled a wicked handful of Tom’s hair and tugged his head back. Jon brought his face close, his storm-grey eyes furious.

“You wanted me to be captain, so I am being captain. It is not easy for me, but I am fucking doing it the only way I know how,” Jon growled through clenched teeth. “If you don’t like it, you can go fuck yourself. And… What makes you think you can go behind my back and string up passengers without my say-so?”

Tom opened his mouth to speak, but Jon’s hand tightened its hold, and he let out a pained grunt instead.

“The issue should have been brought to me first. Me. The captain. Isn’t that how it works on this fucking ship? No. Instead you go around terrorizing people and then suddenly come dump the problem in my lap with no warning, putting me on the godsdamned spot to figure out what sort of punishment fits the crime. I had no idea what to say… Shit, how do you think that makes me look in front of the crew? Half of them still see me as some kind of fucking bed warmer for you and Baltsaros.”

Jon gave Tom’s head a little shake, and he winced.

“You need to work with me, Tom. Not against me. Godsdammit, you know Punga could have sat, not hung, in the brig for another day or two, and we could have taken care of things together. And, for hell’s sake, you ass, of course I was going to pull him out of the water. I saw that look on your face, Tom. I’m not a godsdamned killer. I’ve killed three men now, and I’m pretty damned sure it’s not going to become a hobby. I don’t want to see you doubt me like that again. Understand?” He let go of Tom and stood glaring him.

Tom rubbed the back of his head.

“Yes, Cap’n,” he said sedately with a small nod. Then Tom let the grin he’d been holding back curve his lips and cocked his head. “Feel better?”

Jon’s face creased into a sheepish smile, and he chuckled, nodding.

“Much,” he confessed. “Gods, I am not cut out for this shit.”

Tom shook his head.

“Naw, love. I think yer doin’ just fine. Yer bloody right, ye know. I should stop worryin’ about you so much, and I should’a come to ye the second that red-haired witch came to see me.”

“Ceara came to you?” Jon heaved a sigh and raked both his hands through his mess of curls. “Argh! Fuck. Ok. I’ll take care of her too. If she’s trying to win me over, she sure as hells is taking the wrong path. I can’t stand the idea that people would take things like this into their own hands rather than bother me. Bother me, for fuck’s sake. I know I’m stressed as fuck, but bloody hells, how else am I going to learn?”

Tom grinned wider at Jon’s increased use of profanity.

Jon furrowed his brow and leaned forward, his blue eyes dark in the dying sunlight as he studied Tom for a long moment. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and intimate.

“What? You think this is amusing? Just so you know, if you get us through these mountains in one piece, I plan on using you so thoroughly that the only words left to you will be please and more.”

The first mate blinked, a sudden pulse of heat taking him as his heart kicked up in surprise. He laughed and Jon smiled back a little wolfishly.

“Aye, aye, sir,” Tom said and eagerly grabbed the ship’s wheel again.

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Author BioAuthor Bio: Born and raised in a small coastal town in northern Québec, Bey spent his early summers on his uncle’s boat and running wild on the beaches of the surrounding islands, lighting fires and building huts out of driftwood and fishermen’s nets. As an adult, he eventually made his way to university and earned a degree in Art History with a strong focus on Anthropology. Primarily a portrait painter and graphic artist, Bey sat down one day and decided to write about the two things that he felt most passionate about: sex and the sea.

Bey currently lives in the wilds of Montréal with his best buddy, a spotty pit bull named Murphy.

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Interview and Giveaway: Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires by Bey Deckard

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TNA: Hi, Bey, welcome back to The Novel Approach, it’s great to have you here with us today. Let’s talk a little bit about Sacrificed. Have you modeled Captain Baltsaros after any one particular pirate, or is he more an amalgamation of the entire piratical lore? Or, would you say he’s entirely unique among pirates, real or fictional?

Bey: Well, he has Captain Kidd’s style, became pirate-by-mutiny like Capt. Jack Avery aka “The King of Pirates”, has the sadistic, bloodthirstiness of Francois l’Olonnais (pirate fun fact: he was rumoured to have eaten an enemy’s heart), and the ruthless iron-fist rule of Ching Shih (pirate fun fact: Ching Shih’s husband, Zengh Yi, was bisexual and adopted a young man to cover up the fact that they were lovers. Ching Shih eventually became lovers with the young man after her husband’s death, and he became her second-in-command).
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5 Stars, Bey Deckard, Erotica, Historical Romance, Reviewed by Lisa, Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Urban Fantasy, Self-Published

Review: Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires by Bey Deckard

Title: Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires

Author: Bey Deckard

Publisher: Self-Published

Pages/Word Count: 380 Pages

Rating: 5 Stars

Blurb: Reunited once more, the crew of Baal’s Heart must make the long and treacherous journey south to the towering spires of the Devil’s Isles. The path through the mountain range is fraught with peril; mayhem and tragedy plague the pirate ship, but what the men find beyond the spires is the most shocking of all.

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Cover Reveal: “Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires” By Bey Deckard

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Title: Sacrificed: Heart Beyond the Spires
Sequel to: Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas
Author: Bey Deckard
Publisher: Self-Published
Length: 127k Words
Genre: Historical Fantasy, M/M Romance, Erotica
Expected Release: October 2014
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Salty Dogs, Spicy Language? What Else Would You Expect From Pirates? Welcome Bey Deckard And A Giveaway!


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TNA: Hi, Bey, thanks so much for being here with us today. Why don’t we start with the sharing part of the interview? Would you tell us a few things about yourself: hobbies, interests, odds and ends stuff?
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4.5 Stars, Bey Deckard, Reviewed by Lisa, Self-Published

Bey Deckard’s “Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas” Just Might Steal Your Heart


“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence.” – Antoine de Saint-Exupéry


Title: Caged: Love and Treachery on the High Seas (Baal’s Heart #1)

Author: Bey Deckard

Publisher: Self-Published

Pages/Word Count: 356 Pages

Rating: 4.5 Stars

Blurb: Sheltered and lonely, Jon’s life changes drastically when a strange ship sails into the harbour of his small port town one day. Trapped between the possessive pirate captain and his murderous first mate, he must learn to adapt or he will lose himself completely. An epic tale of love, treachery and revelation, this first installment of the Baal’s Heart trilogy brings you into the lives of three men so bound together by jealousy and lies that they must sail to the very ends of the earth to find forgiveness.
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Dreamspinner Press, Eon de Beaumont

Let Yourself Get Carried Away By “Wayward Grace”



“Where there is a sea there are pirates.” – Greek Proverb



If you’re looking for some swashbuckling steampunk adventure, look no further than Eon de Beaumont’s Wayward Grace, a story that takes readers on a nautical journey on the high seas and on into the sky, through ingenuity and the sheer determination of a captain who must prove she is up to the task of leading a crew of the most honorable rogues ever to call themselves pirates.

Keyfer Lockswit is Poison Billy Stillwater’s first mate, adopted brother, and adopted son to Billy’s father “Red Silas”, the first captain of the Wayward Grace. In the life of a pirate there are no guarantees that each encounter with the enemy won’t be the last. There is loss in this story, losses, in fact, that added an emotional edge to the heroic deeds and daring do of the cast and crew in this fantastical voyage of fairy magic and clockwork men, in a world where nature is harnessed and used as a defense against an enemy who must be vanquished to avenge for the pain he has delivered.

In this place there is danger, most especially for Dr. Radley Timmons, the alchemist who has become prey and must be protected at all costs for the power he holds in his mind to create a deadly weapon that, in the wrong hands, would mean the beginning of chemical warfare and the end of humanity. “Radish” and Keyf forge a bond and fall in love amid sacrifice and brutal punishment, daring rescues and a brush with a megalomaniacal enemy that leads to the gallows, but this is a day in the life of a pirate, and where would a pirate be without a crew that will do whatever it takes to bring one of their own home again?

Technically, Wayward Grace is Book Three in the “Steamcraft and Sorcery” series, but I wouldn’t hesitate to say it can also be read as a standalone novella. Eon de Beaumont has provided plenty of opportunity to shift the reader’s imagination into high gear and join in on the action, maneuvering through the battles and the romance without needing to know everything that’s come before it.

If you’re a fantasy or steampunk fan, then I won’t hesitate to say this story is a fun way to spend some time getting lost in a world where our impossible is, in this place, merely a case of knowing the right words to make magic happen.

Reviewed by: Lisa

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What A Pirate Treasures Most – Finding King by Casey K. Cox

How much more grievous are the consequences of anger than the causes of it. ― Marcus Aurelius

Piracy is a dangerous line of work—profitable if you’re good at it, but sometimes the personal losses far outweigh the material gain. Just ask Captain Ged Merrick and he’ll tell you that the moment he lost his lover, King Jesson, was the day his life took an unfathomable turn into grief. After all, you don’t erase fifty-years of loving someone, regardless of whose body you use for comfort after; don’t erase the guilt of losing someone, even if you’re not to blame, simply because he’s no longer there.

Casey K. Cox’s Finding King is a sci-fi space opera that tells the story of two men who lose their way, through no fault of their own, then must find a way back to a certain peace with the past…or hurt each other trying. It’s the story of Jessie’s abduction, the years Merrick spent looking for him, the years Merrick spent mourning him, and the unexpected miracle of their reunion, which is not at all a simple one.

Through bitterness and anger, Jessie punishes Merrick for giving up. Through regret and sacrifice, Merrick gives up again, this time intentionally so Jessie can move on with his life without the constant reminder of how Merrick failed him. And I don’t mind saying that I got lots of feels when it happened.

Finding King is a tale of pirates and slavery and sexual servitude and human trafficking, which isn’t glossed over but isn’t overly sensationalized either. The story is fast paced and hinted at but left just enough to whet the appetite for the next book in the series.

There’s plenty of tension and action, and just enough of the techie sci-fi element to set the tone but not overwhelm with the world building. I really liked this one and am looking forward to the sequel.

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