Volume 1, Issue 1 - September 2005
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Welcome to the first bi-monthly edition of Lyndi's Love Notes.
Contents of this issue:
Lyndi's News
Feature Article:
Treacherous Beauty: Piracy In The Bahamas
Exclusive Excerpt from Prepare To Be Boarded
Quotes for the Month: The Wit and Wisdom of Mae West
Featured Author: Lacey Savage
Featured Book: Take On Me
This Month's Contest
Lyndi's Books
Check This Month's Contest for information on how to enter to win a download of Lacey Savage's fabulous erotic fantasy,
Take On Me
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News
Welcome to the first issue of Lyndi's Love Notes. This month's theme is pirates and adventure.
I will be a Featured Author at TRS BLUE until the end of September. I hope you'll stop by to read the feature which includes an interview and an excerpt from Desperado. Click here
to enter TRS BLUE.
In October I'll be participating in the Halloween Contest presented by the Phoenix Group. Click on the graphic below for more details.
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Treacherous Beauty: Piracy In The Bahamas
by Lyndi Lamont
No one can dispute the tropical beauty of the Bahama Islands, but the early history of the islands is filled with danger and treachery.
In 1492 the islands were discovered by Christopher Columbus who claimed them for Spain. Later Spaniards enslaved the native Lucayan people and transported them to work the gold and silver mines in Cuba and Hispaniola.
By the time the British arrived in the late 1670's, the islands were no longer inhabited. A group of colonists settled on the island of Eleuthera, and a few moved on to New Providence, but most of the islands were left unsettled and provided a haven for pirates and privateers. The islands were close to the major trade routes and New Providence Island had a natural harbor that afforded a safe anchorage in which to hide. With its shallow waters and over 700 islands, the Bahamas provided a perfect environment for pirates to maneuver. Many hid their plunder in the islands’ limestone caverns.
Grand Bahama, the main setting for my story Prepare To Be Boarded, was considered perilous because of the reefs surrounding it. Pirates would chase merchant ships into the shallows where they foundered on the reefs and were easily plundered. In fact, “wrecking” remained a local occupation for some time. The inhabitants placed a lantern to lure ships close to shore so they could scavenge its cargo.
The resort city of Nassau, on New Providence Island, became notorious as a pirate haven. By 1710 the harbor was filled with ships, some of them rotting hulks that were destroyed after being emptied of their cargo. Contemporary accounts describe it as a ramshackle shanty town with no permanent buildings, just a dilapidated fort, a few wood huts, and a disreputable tent city where pirates could gamble away their plunder, get drunk, or get laid.
The islands were home to famous pirates such as Edward Teach, better known as Blackbeard, Calico Jack Rackham, and the infamous female pirates Anne Bonny and Mary Read, who were members of his crew.
Blackbeard’s legend lives on as the most ferocious of pirates. A tall man, he had wild eyes, long, matted black hair and a matching beard which he braided. Before battle, he twisted pieces of fuse into his hair and lit them. With his face surrounded by smoke he was a fearsome sight. Teach was chosen as magistrate of what the pirates called their Privateers’ Republic, but in 1718 the British government sent Royal Governor Woodes Rogers, a former privateer, to the islands to end piracy in the Bahamas. Blackbeard was at sea at the time, so he made the Carolinas his main base until his death in November 1718 at the hands of the British navy. The leader of the British expedition, First Lieutenant Robert Maynard, later said that Blackbeard didn’t fall until he’d received at least five gunshots and twenty sword wounds. Blackbeard’s head was severed, though whether it happened during battle or afterward is not clear, and hung from the bowsprit of Maynard’s sloop to prove that the feared pirate was truly dead.
Calico Jack and Anne Bonny met in New Providence where he persuaded her to don men’s clothing and join him on his ship. (Women were banned from most pirate ships, hence the disguise.) Mary Read, who also dressed as a man, was on board, too. The two women became friends and were known to be fierce fighters. When Woodes Rogers’ men attacked Rackham’s ship in 1720, most of the crew were drunk, except for the two women who fought bravely. The entire crew was captured, tried in Jamaica and sentenced to death. Jack was hanged but the two women “pleaded their bellies”. Because of their pregnancies, the women were not sentenced to death. Mary died in jail of fever before giving birth. Anne’s fate is unknown, but there are rumors that she was eventually released and returned to her home in the Carolinas.
Woodes Rogers was successful in his attempt to end piracy in the Bahamas. In fact, immediately upon his arrival, he was met by a large group of pirates eager to swear loyalty to the crown in exchange for a pardon. Rogers eventually pardoned about 600 pirates. The hard cases like Calico Jack and Blackbeard were chased down and brought to justice.
By 1720 the Golden Age of Piracy was coming to an end. But like the beauty of the islands, tales of the daring pirates live on in legend.
© by Linda McLaughlin
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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Exclusive Excerpt from Prepare To Be Boarded
(Note: after Eliza's uncle shoots Morgan, Eliza takes him to the captain’s cabin to bandage his wound.)
Morgan followed the bold wench who'd given him the eye the moment he dropped down on the merchantman's deck. It had been years since he'd had the pleasure of looking at a fresh English rose like her, much less tupping one. He ogled the sway of her hips as she led the way to the captain's cabin. Her dress was a simple blue gown, but she filled it nicely. She'd pulled her light brown hair up in back but a few curls bounced at her neck.
By Jove, Miss Eliza Honeyfield was an unexpected bonus. He couldn't wait to taste her honey. The thought had him grinning with anticipation. He had a feeling her name suited her well.
Honeyfield. Why did that name seem so familiar?
He followed her into the cabin and looked around. Like the ones he'd seen in other merchant ships, this one was large and well appointed compared to the Spartan furnishings on the Black Hawk. A table made of fine English oak dominated the area.
Eliza moved to the side of the room and opened the medicine chest to gather supplies. "Will you remove your shirt or shall I cut it?" she asked.
He removed his sword belt and sash, then gingerly tackled his waistcoat, pulling it away from his side with a grimace. When he tried to pull up his shirt, the torn cloth stuck to his wound, which was just above his waist, and he swore at the pain.
"Some of the blood has dried," Eliza said. "Let me wet the cloth and see if we can pull it away from the wound."
She poured water into a basin and soaked a cloth then applied it gently to his side. "I believe 'tis but a flesh wound. A little higher and you could have had a broken rib."
Slowly she peeled the bloody cloth away from his side and he was able to pull the shirt over his head. The wound was but a graze, yet it burned like the devil. "Is there nothing to drink on this ship?" he asked irritably.
She produced a bottle of brandy and he took a swig, letting it warm his insides and numb his senses.
He perched on the edge of the table while she cleaned the wound and removed all traces of cloth from his bloodied flesh. Her scent, lavender with a hint of female musk, teased his nostrils.
When it was time to apply the bandage, she was forced to step between his legs in order to reach around him. While he held a pad to his side, she stretched to wrap the bandage around his torso. Her breasts grazed his bare chest, her breath warmed his neck, and his body reacted. Soon his cock was hard as a belaying pin. Did she have any idea what she was doing to him?
She finally secured the bandage with a tie and smiled at him. “That should do. Fortunately, ’twas just a graze.”
He wrapped his legs around hers and drew her closer while he removed the cord from his neck and tied it around hers. “I thank you for your ministrations, Miss Eliza.”
Eliza touched the coin at her neck. It held the heat of his body, almost scorching her, just as the look on his face scorched her insides. She tried to step back, but he held her close. “Lieutenant Price– ”
”Call me Morgan.”
“Let me go, Morgan,” she dared.
“Not just yet. How else may I thank you?” he asked with a gleam in his eye.
She gulped in a breath and asked for the impossible. “By not punishing Uncle Ralph too harshly.”
He raised one brown eyebrow. “Are you fond of your uncle?”
“Oh, gad, no. He is a lecherous old reprobate who will not leave me alone.”
His face darkened. “He has taken advantage of you?”
“No, but not for lack of trying. I cannot bear to have him touch me. Fortunately, I’m too fast for him.”
Morgan smiled, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners. “I imagine you outwit him, too.”
She smiled back. He did not seem like what she’d imagined a pirate to be. “You’re a puzzlement, sir.”
“Am I?”
“Yes, not at all what I expected. You don’t seem terribly villainous.”
He laughed out loud. “That is a matter of opinion.”
“I’ll wager you are like a small boy, playing at being a pirate,” she said boldly.
The amusement died from his eyes and he regarded her with searching gravity. “That’ is a wager you would lose, Miss Eliza. I’m a wanted man, as are the rest of the crew of the Black Hawk.”
A chill went down her spine. He wasn’t a tame landsman to taunt and torment. “Forgive me.”
“There is nothing to forgive, my sweet. Nothing a kiss would not make right, that is.”
He cupped the back of her head and lowered his head to hers. His lips touched hers lightly, then returned to linger. Her heart pounded madly in her chest. It was madness to let a stranger kiss her, but it felt so good, she never wanted to stop. The touch of his lips sent shivers of desire through her body. She let out a sigh, and he nudged her lips apart, the kiss urgent now. His mouth devoured hers hungrily, as if it had been a long time since he’d kissed a woman.
Parting her lips, she let him possess her mouth. In truth, it had been a long time since she’d let a man kiss her, and never one as exciting as this. She gripped his shoulders, aware of the steely muscles beneath her fingertips.
His mouth left hers to blaze a trail of fire across her jaw and down her neck. She threw back her head and gasped at the delicious sensations his lips and tongue aroused.
Dimly she was aware of his hands tugging open her bodice, untying the tape of her chemise. Strong hands with long, calloused fingers stroked the bare skin of her neck, her shoulders, her chest, pushed her clothing aside to fall off her shoulders.
She opened her eyes and stared at him. His wild blue eyes mellowed subtly as he studied her face. “What a gem you are, my sweet. Skin like the finest ivory, eyes the color of emeralds and lips like the rarest rubies.” Then his gaze lowered to her bared bosom. “And tits as luscious as the ripest peaches.”
He let his hand slide across her bare shoulder, then down to cup her breast. The nipple hardened under his touch. “Tell me, Miss Eliza, does my touch disgust you?”
“No,” she whispered, lost in sensation. The feminine core between her legs had grown wet and insistent. It throbbed with the need to be touched, to be filled by this magnificent man.
He moved suddenly, and in a flash, their places were reversed, with her sitting on the table, her skirts hiked up to her waist. She felt vulnerable, aware of his strength and power.
“I won’t lie with you,” she said, with as much firmness as she could muster, given the circumstances.
He just smiled and ran a hand up her inner thigh. The muscles of her backside clenched, and the throbbing in her feminine core increased.
He urged her back until she was half-lying on the table, supporting herself on her elbows. “Just relax, Eliza, and let me take care of you.”
He moved his hands to her waist and up her torso. The brush of his fingers on her bare skin was intoxicating. His touch, light and teasing, moved to her breasts and her nipples pebbled in response. When he took one tight bud in his mouth, she squirmed with pleasure and closed her eyes. He continued to lick and suckle until her breath quickened. Her body cried out for fulfillment, and she nearly reached for him. Torn between desire and caution, she fisted her hands until her fingernails dug into her palms.
He replaced his mouth with one hand while the other delved between her legs, searching for the center of her need. She opened her eyes to see him watching her, a surprisingly tender smile on his face.
“Do you like this?”
“Yes,” she moaned, parting her legs farther to give him better access.
He slid his fingers along her slick flesh, inserting one finger into her opening. The pressure caused her to spiral further out of control. He moved his fingers back and forth, around the throbbing nub of her need, inside her opening, as she grew wetter and more excited.
She gazed at him in wonder. Will had never done this to her, arousing her until her whole body throbbed with passion. But Will had been a boy, and this was a man.
With two fingers inside her now, Morgan thumbed her sensitive spot, and the room spun as if the ship were caught in a whirlpool. Her body shuddered, but she bit back her cry of release.
Slowly the world righted itself and she struggled to sit up.
Morgan gathered her into his arms and held her to his chest. Her heart was still beating fast and she clung to him. “Oh, my stars,” she murmured.
He chuckled and released her. “You are a lusty wench, Miss Eliza.”
© 2005 by Lyndi Lamont
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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Quotes for the Month, The Wit and Wisdom of Mae West:
"When choosing between two evils, I always like to try the one I've never tried before."
"Those who are easily shocked... should be shocked more often."
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September's Featured Author: Lacey Savage
This month I'm featuring author Lacey Savage, whose wonderful newsletter, Whispering Wonders, inspired me to take the first step in launching my own newsletter.
To celebrate the inaugural edition of Lyndi's Love Notes, I'm giving away a free download of Lacey's erotic fantasy novel, Take On Me, published by Loose-Id.
Lacey Savage began her love affair with romance at an early age. In high school, she checked out steamy romance novels from the public library and would often be found reading them in the middle of class. Lacey still reads more than she cares to admit, and probably more than her husband would like, considering how many books she keeps bringing into the house. Her favorite genres have always been erotica, romance, fantasy, science fiction and mystery, so she tries to incorporate a little of each into her writing.
A hopeless romantic, Lacey loves writing about the intimate, sensual side of relationships. She currently resides in Ottawa, Canada, with her loving husband and their mischievous cat. You can learn more about Lacey by visiting her website at
http://www.laceysavage.com,
or email her at laceysavage@rogers.com.
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September's Featured Book: Take On Me by Lacey Savage
Genre: Fantasy; Inspired by the 80s
Loose-Id Rating: Hot—Contains explicit sexual content and graphic language
Formats available: HTML, MSR, PDF, Mobipocket
Link to purchase:
http://www.loose-id.com/detail.aspx?ID=156
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Excerpt from Take On Me:
One moment Drax was in complete control, and the next, Silwen had grabbed him roughly by his tunic collar and yanked him inside an empty cabin.
“Damn you,” she whispered as she rained fevered kisses down on his mouth. “I should have never agreed to come with you.”
Her lips moved lower, leaving a soft trail of warmth down his neck. She flicked her tongue lightly over the soft spot at the base of his throat and he groaned, cupping her ass and pulling her tightly against him.
“Do you know what you’re doing to me?” he asked, his voice hoarse with emotion. His cock throbbed against her, the barrier of the gown’s thick folds only heightening his arousal.
It had been too long, much too long since his cock was buried in her hot cunt. He gripped her tighter, entangled his fingers in her long tumble of blonde hair and brought her mouth back up to his. She tasted so sweet, so intoxicating.
He palmed her firm breasts, their heavy weight sending another surge of desire straight to his groin. She moaned against his mouth, her nipples hardening beneath his palm as he moved his hands in slow, circular motions over them.
“Probably the same thing you’re doing to me,” she whispered.
He slid a hand easily inside the bodice of her gown and grasped a pointed nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger.
Silwen stepped back, breaking the intimate contact. Her breath came in heavy gasps, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes glazed with rampant desire.
The soft flicker of lamplight bathed her golden hair in a pool of radiant warmth as Drax watched her struggle out of her gown. The abundant fabric enveloped her in its tight constraints, and Drax grew frustrated of merely observing. He crossed the distance between them in two steps and yanked the gown down over her shoulders.
The clear sound of tearing fabric resonated through the room, and an instant later, Silwen lunged for him again, her firm breasts pressed tightly against him, her body heat enveloping him in her warmth, her scent.
He was dizzy with arousal, his cock throbbing with a deep ache only she could cure.
“Fuck me, Drax,” she whispered. He thought he’d spill his seed right in his breeches at the breathless sound of desire in her voice.
He couldn’t remember when he’d last felt like this. Her hands roamed over his body, stripping him of his clothing even as she led him toward the large bed in the middle of the cabin. Soft cotton sheets had been carefully tucked around the feathery cot, though she could have led him to a bed of burning coals for all he cared.
He grabbed her wrists and fell back, Silwen collapsing on top of him with a loud giggle. She covered her hand with her mouth, the passion in her eyes giving free rein to his own.
“Tell me,” she whispered in his ear while her hand found his cock and wrapped tightly around it. “Do you think you can still make me come as easily as you once could?”
Drax could only grunt a feeble assent. Her thumb rubbed the drop of pre-cum hovering on the tip of his shaft, smearing it down the entire length of his cock. He suppressed a shiver as she repeated the motion, her precise movement tightening his groin.
In truth, he didn’t know whether he could please her the same way he had all those years ago. He was sorely out of practice, his exquisitely painful erection cradled in her hand a clear indication that he needed a good fuck as much as ever.
Placing both hands on her curvy hips, he lifted her on top of him and deliberately thrust her down on his cock. He knew he was being rough with her, but her quick scream and the way she called out his name told him she wanted this as much as he did.
Her hands moved over his chest as she clamped her tight muscles around him and lifted herself easily, flawlessly off him, then impaled herself again, this time setting the pace herself as his hips rose to meet her. Drax quickly matched her frantic rhythm, the tension in his cock turning into sheer ecstasy.
A scream broke free from Silwen’s throat and her fingernails left marks on his skin. Drax didn’t care. The tight, velvety warmth of her pussy was exquisite, intense. He bit his lip, trying not to come. Somewhere in the back of his mind he thought about giving her as much pleasure as she was giving him, but it didn’t seem possible. He couldn’t concentrate on anything but the way his shaft felt inside her heated cunt.
Silwen’s breasts hovered over his mouth and Drax took a hard peak in his mouth, sucking it gently, then nibbling softly as her moans became more demanding, her pace more fevered.
He thrust his fingers between her thighs, feeling his cock drenched in her sweet cream, touching her flooded slit. She trembled and whimpered against him and he increased his pace, rubbing his thumb lightly against her clit. She moved her hips, dancing along with him in a fast, circular motion, and brought her lips down on his in a devouring kiss.
He cried out against her mouth. She felt so hot, so wet, so tight, so incredibly good. Her fingers tightened on his arm and he lost control, lost himself in her. He heard her scream, felt her grab his shoulders and bear down on his cock, her cunt tightening as he unleashed his seed deep inside her belly.
Drax surrendered to the consuming pleasure, delirious as his cum flooded Silwen’s cunt, her thighs.
He lay back, spent. Silwen sprawled on top of him, her breathing as ragged as his own. He kissed her temple, her cheek, her forehead, tasting the salty sweat on her skin.
Her delicate wings fluttered slightly, catching the firelight, glowing with a blazing internal warmth. The golden veins shimmered, the color a striking compliment to Silwen’s sex-flushed skin.
“We should go back before someone starts to miss us,” Silwen whispered. Her teeth grazed Drax’s earlobe.
“No,” he said, tightening his arms around her, loving the way her bare back arched as he caressed her spine and her sexy ass. His cock, still buried deep inside her, slowly softened, retreating out of her moist depths. “I’m not ready to let you go yet.”
She laughed, the silvery sound filling the cabin. “If you think you’re getting rid of me that easily, you’ve got a lot to learn about me. A lot to remember.”
“I remember everything.” He tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “The way you sucked my cock as the rest of the crew gathered for the morning prayers. The way you used to touch yourself in public places when you thought no one was watching. The way your pussy would --”
A sudden loud crash against the door silenced the rest of his words.
“Open the door. I know you’re in there, and I know what you’re planning.” The female voice was a calm contrast to the strength of the words, and much too rational for Drax’s liking. “Now let me in, or I’ll let the guards drag you out of there and straight into the city dungeon.”
© Lacey Savage 2005
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September's Contest:
For a chance to win a download of Lacey Savage's Take On Me, send an email to lyndilamont@sbcglobal.net with Love Notes Contest in the subject line. Please indicate which ebook format you prefer, should you be chosen as winner.
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Lyndi’s Books:
DARE ALL FOR LOVE: AN ANTHOLOGY OF EROTIC ROMANCE
Historical Erotica Anthology
Join Lyndi Lamont for a journey into the past, where the men are roguish and the women daring.
A gambler disrupts the plans of a mail-order bride looking for one last fling...
A rakish officer wants to paint a respectable lady—in the nude...
A bold wench and a dashing pirate heat up the tropics...
A schoolmarm gives herself to the outlaw waiting in her bedroom...
Contents: Lily and the Gambler, Painting Penelope, Prepare To Be Boarded, Desperado
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DESPERADO
Short Historical/Western Erotica
Rating: Graphic Sexual Content/Graphic Language
Schoolmarm Esther McFarland comes home to find an outlaw waiting in her bedroom. Why does she find this desperado so irresistible? All she wants from life is a home and family of her own, but all he has to offer is danger and delight.
Bart Braddock is a wanted man. Though he knows Esther is the only woman for him, he can’t promise her the home she wants. But that doesn’t stop him from taking her body and stealing her heart...
Click here to read an excerpt.
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PREPARE TO BE BOARDED
Short Historical Erotica
Rating: Graphic Sexual Content/Graphic Language
When the ship on which Eliza Honeyfield is traveling is stopped by pirates, she meets the man of her dreams. But dare she give her heart, and body, to a pirate?
Morgan Price is delighted with the bold and saucy English wench. But is she enough to make him give up his wild pirate ways?
Click here to read an excerpt.
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LILY AND THE GAMBLER
Historical/Western Erotica Novella
Rating: Moderate Sexual Content/Graphic Language
On the way to meet her groom-to-be, mail order bride Lily Albright can't resist one last fling with a sexy gambler. After one night with Lily, Creighton "King" Callaway knows he has found his Queen of Hearts. But can he convince her to pass up a sober businessman for a foot-loose card sharp? Only Lady Luck knows for sure...
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PAINTING PENELOPE
Short Historical Erotica
Rating: Moderate Sexual Content/Language
Respectable Penelope Porter is appalled when she learns she is expected to pay her father's gaming debts by posing for rakish Captain Logan Wilding—in the nude!
As Logan feared, painting Penelope turns out to be pure torture—until she decides to let him touch as well as look...
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I hope you enjoyed the first issue of Lyndi's Love Notes. Watch for the next issue in November.
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