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304 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 10, 2016
What Quinn had discovered in her travels was that all women wanted—what they truly desired—was passion, intimacy, and affection. Lots of affection. It appeared to Quinn that the man’s genitals, ugly as they were, were only a priority to men. Women needed them not at all and, if she were to be frank, climaxed best with the use of a tongue. She had been instrumental in teaching many of her mates this singular fact, and to a one they reported back with amazement how much they had pleased whatever wench they had bedded. Quite suddenly, Quinn had become the love guru of the crew, often fielding questions about sex, love, and marriage.
Tavish chuckled. “Oh lad, dontcha see? That’s how it always is. We canna ever really have them. It is a fool’s play to believe we can.”
“Why not?”
“’Cause they’re smarter than us. They’ll always be smarter than us. Why do ya think our captain is a woman and the countries we live in are run by women?”
“’Cause they’re smarter?”
“Thatta boy.”"
“Yer wrong aboot Scotsmen. It is because of the cold and damp that we are fiery and passionate. Ya’ve never really been loved until ya’ve been loved by a Scot.”
“Yer a pirate, through and through. Doona matter to me what’s under the clothes. What matters is what’s under yer skin, and ya got the heart of a warrior. So, if it’s all the same to ya, I’d prefer we continue with the ruse. No one need ken unless ya wish ’em to. They’ll not be hearin’ it from the likes of me.”