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465 pages, Paperback
First published April 28, 2020
Then, as promised, his teeth sank into the back of my gown and began an erotic assault on the satin, pulling at hooks, ripping through ribbon, and freeing me from the air-depriving restraints.
His breathing accelerated, and his hands dug into my waist, holding me immobile and recklessly affected. I was so distracted by the wreckage of his teeth and the sounds of his hunger I didn’t notice he’d finished with the gown until it landed around my booted feet in a puddle of shredded fabric.





*1.5 stars*
Listen, I’ve read- and liked- multiple books by this author, however, her modus operandi is helpless beautiful FCs who’re either sexually abused or oppressed by the men in their lives. It's noteworthy that her heroes also seem identical (Ashley and Emeric -from Dark Notes- are practically interchangeable).
Additionally, using rape as a plot driver-regardless of the period or setting-is lazy, unimaginative and boring.
So, no, I don’t think this is epic or even that good of a story.
Love isn’t a decision. It arrives unannounced, breeds madness, and leaves a sea of ruin in its wake.

There was only so much suffering a person could endure before they broke. Sometimes, broken things couldn’t be put back together.
I can’t seem to make sense of you.”
“It’s easy, Commodore. Just think of the smartest man you know, remove all the hauteur and bigotry, and add a larger pair of testicles.”

'SEA OF RUIN:' Is a full length historical romance novel by Pam Godwin. 












"You touch me and kiss me and work us both into tangled knots. Then you run away."
"Who says I'm running? You feel me running, Bennett?"
"No. I feel you falling."
"You're the chief cause of my misery."
(I love this one so much!! It's basically the You are the bane of my existence, but make it piratesque.)

Survive, my love. No matter what.
Love isn’t a decision. It arrives unannounced, breeds madness, and leaves a sea of ruin in its wake.
I can’t seem to make sense of you.”
“It’s easy, Commodore. Just think of the smartest man you know, remove all the hauteur and bigotry, and add a larger pair of testicles.”
He was furious. Seething with two years’ worth of blistering, unresolved ire. My heart died a thousand deaths before I found my voice. “Priest.”
“Bennett, my love.” He spilled the endearment into the air, each syllable a vicious growl of torment. “How I’ve missed my beautiful, infuriating wife.”
“I can’t seem to make sense of you.”
“It’s easy, Commodore. Just think of the smartest man you know, remove all the hauteur and bigotry, and add a larger pair of testicles.”
“Disturbing.”
“The world is disturbing.”
We were meaningful together. Intricate. An unlikely bond formed in the dwelling place of souls. The moment felt unreal, like a dream between time and space, with no boundaries, no titles. We weren’t enemies in this sphere. We weren’t captor and captive or lord and pirate.
I truly had a weakness for cruelty wrapped in a beautiful package.
“It doesn’t matter how far we fall, how much pain we inflict, or how dark it becomes in the ruin. I’m going to be with you, waiting for you, loving you, forgiving you. I’m never letting go, Bennett. Never.”
His mouth lowered. Mine lifted. Straining to meet, our lips parted, floated closer, closer, and paused just before making contact.
Our chests rose in unison. Inhale. Exhale. In. Out. Deeper than a lick, more divine than a kiss, we became breaths. Nothing but trembling, heating, mating breaths.
It was a magical, instinctual attraction. I pulled, and he came with me. He leaned back, and I followed.

I was a pirate captain, a rebel queen of the sea, fighting against the conformities of society and the oppressive laws of man.
He captured my eyes. “It doesn't matter how far we fall, how much pain we inflict, or how dark it becomes in the ruin. I'm going to be with you, waiting for you, loving you, forgiving you. I'm never letting go, Bennett. Never.”




Sometimes I was so accidentally sentimental it was a wonder I’d survived this long.


Love isn’t a decision. It arrives unannounced, breeds madness, and leaves a sea of ruin in its wake.




For a man who didn’t express his feelings, he could enslave a woman’s emotions through language alone.






