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111 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 14, 2014
Methodical destruction. One by one. Patient. Ghalil made its way from man to man, running their heart's blood across the deck in more creative ways than men with swords.Equal parts Ghost story, Action/Adventure, and Pirate love affair...
He had it bad for a man who could turn enemy and royally fuck up his day. What the hell was he doing here?Kyros sails his pirate ship looking for a very specific treasure - sure, he hunts merchant ships and plunders their cargo, but he's far more interested in laying claim to his rival Eric Deumont.
It was true, then. They could be caught. Captured. [...] He could be free. He just needed all the pieces. Eric eased himself back half a step and said, "You need to tell me everything you know about that jar."The cursed captain of The Midnight Sun is a ticking time-bomb. He's spent the last several years searching for a way to rid himself of the violent spirit which has chosen him as its unwilling host.
"Pull up the green for parlay."This book was absolutely original and entertaining from beginning to end.
Araceli grabbed his should her and hissed, "Are you mad? They're after this ship's goods."
"And I'm chasing a treasure on that one."
A single cannon fired in the distance. Kyros and Araceli ducked. The iron ball flew over the deck and tore right through the fores'l. Kyros scowled and spied through his glass again. From the fore of his ship, Eric Deumont extended one middle finger.
Kyros muttered, "What's the flag signal for 'That was childish and unnecessary'?"



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They didn't make another step toward the bed. Eric pushed him to the wood floor, slicked himself, and staked his claim. Kyros clawed and scratched him closer, faster, harder. He bit what he could reach and cursed what he couldn't. He didn't know how to express the blinding relief flooding his veins with adrenaline.

