Hey everyone! Today I am hosting the lovely Lisa A. Adam's and her new release His Seafaring Siren, which is book two of her Caledonia's Captives Series. I am super pleased to be hosting Lisa because she just recently became one of my authors over at Breathless. I didn't have the pleasure of editing this book, but I am going to be editing her future works that she sends to BP. (Yay for me because she is a great writer!)
Anyyywhooo, thanks for stopping by. Check out the blurb and excerpt and leave a comment on this post for a chance to win an ebook copy of His Seafaring Siren. (Please be sure to include your email address so the author can contact you at the end of her tour!)
New couple Septimus and Mowriyah have accepted the grave task to embark on a rescue mission back to the Rome, the very place they once fled from. With lives at stake, both are prepared to fight the Roman guards if their plans are discovered, but fighting their emotions is another battle neither expected.
When a past lover resurfaces, the couple is forced to examine their relationship while still trying to carry out their mission. But is their young love strong enough to survive the trials abroad and at sea?
Septimus turned and saw Mowriyah gliding across the boat deck in a beautiful earth-toned gown. It was cut low on her chest and trimmed in a delicate stitching. She was a vision and his loins reacted to her without his consent. Cursing his manhood for acting on instinct, he tried to put on his angry face.
Mowriyah slowed. She tilted her head ever so slightly, the wind catching her short, bobbed hair to blow it over her face, making her even more compelling. He watched as she gracefully lifted her hand and tucked the windblown hairs behind her ear. She was batting her eyes. Oh, no.
She walked within inches of him and grinned. "May I join you?" Her voice was low and seductive.
He felt the anger leave his body and was confounded that she had this type of power over him. He dropped his hardened expression. "Of course."
She shuffled closer to him and the rocking of the boat caused her breasts to rub against his arms. What was it about this woman that had him so spellbound?
"You are not still angry with me, are you?"
"No, I am not angry." He inhaled deeply. "I still do not want you to go though."
Septimus felt a wave of relief crash through his body. "So, you will stay? Really?"
She looked up at him and he could see her defiance in her eyes. "No. I am going with you. I said I understand how you feel."
The horror of his worst nightmares came barreling back to him. "Mowriyah, please." He turned to face her completely and then grabbed her forearms to pull her to his chest. "This will not be a safe trip. There will be times that we will have to split up, and I cannot protect you when I am not with you."
She raised an eyebrow. "Protect me? And exactly when have I needed your protection?" Her muscles tensed beneath his grip as she tried to slide away from him, but he tightened his hold. "Septimus, we have been here for three months and have been together every day and night, yet I feel you know little about me other than the taste of my skin."
"Do not be like that, Mowriyah," he pleaded.
"Besides, you know I am right. You have no idea what Leihla looks like, so how would you find her?"
"You could tell me, and I would find her."
"Tell you what? She is my height, has majestic black hair, and ocean blue eyes."
He felt her wiggle beneath his touch. He craved to hold her close to him. But how could he tell her how he felt? If he did, she would want a larger commitment, and he wasn't ready to take Decimus's route yet. There were too many young maidens in Caledonia.
"Septimus, let me go." He watched as her face contorted and showed signs of anger. The cute little "V" that formed at her eyebrows when she was furious was evident, and he could feel his manhood awaken with delight.
He slid his hands down her arms to her wrists and restrained them in his hands. Mowriyah's head flew up and he locked on to her glare. Her eyes were wide and he knew she was surprised.
Tugging her forward, he slammed her into his chest. Her breasts pressed against him and warmed the skin beneath his tunic. With his hands still gripping her tightly, he grinned, feeling her heartbeat speed up. Her mouth twitched at the corners and he watched as she tried to hide a smile by biting her lip.
Septimus licked his own lips instinctively. She squirmed, rubbing her breasts against his chest with every writhe. "What am I going to do with you?" he growled.
The smile escaped and her face lit up. "That's a good question. What will you do with me?"
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Biography:Lisa A. Adams writes from a little plot of country, tucked away in the North Carolina Sandhills. Having been an avid reader and a history major in college, writing historical fiction seemed to be the next step in her career. As a multi-published author, she has learned that completing mundane, everyday tasks can spark ideas for her next story. In fact, she was assisting in a science project for one of her children, when the idea for His Seafaring Siren came to her. When she’s not writing, Lisa can be found in her sewing room or watching The History Channel and jotting down notes for her next project. Hundreds of stories have been sketched out and are simply awaiting their place in line. Look for the next book in the “Caledonia’s Captives” series to be coming soon.
When asked about her family, Lisa will be the first to tell you that they are the backbone of not only of her writing career, but anything she chooses to pursue as well. She has been married to her husband for ten years and has five wonderful children, a loveable mop dog, and two very spoiled cats.
You can connect with Lisa on twitter @LisaAdamsWriter or on her blog at http://pen-the-dream.blogspot.com