Well really, why shouldn’t I welcome myself? I mean, some has to. Show you this little picture too….bedsh1

I know one was meant to be blogging the fabulous Inspiring Blogger Award given to me by the lovely Milady CeeLee and Duck. And then there is the matter of welcoming the lovely Milady Aubrey Wynne on board to the club. But what are rules for, if not for breaking? Not even Shehanne noticed there I was IN PRINT. Of course I am going to welcome myself.

Without any ado too. Naturally, after Flint stole Malmesbury’s boat,  we have sailed into Genoa incognito, although Taliano’s teeth have taken a bit of disguising.pirate-11

I am sure no-one will know it is him though. And don’t you think Crow and Myrtle look spectacular…?

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SO, since we really shouldn’t hang about, let us just cut to the chase….

Felicitations on seeing you in our little stopover today here in Genoa,

pirate-11a city rich in heritage and culture, and consequently things to steal.  Can you tell us something about your journey from your homeland? 

(Changing seats.) Well, I have just made it there just now. It took all of five seconds. Next?

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The crew are making you welcome I trust?

(Changing seats)

pirate-11They will when I’ve finished with them. Flint especially. They will be learning to read too. And should I catch them licking the cover as they did to the lovely Milady Townsend’s cover last week….well, let us say that kind of welcome is one too far.

(Changing seats)  You have brought me a pleasing little gift I see.

(Changing seats) Well no. Because I wouldn’t waste my money which reminds me to tell  Flint to get me an Easter egg.pirate-11

A Faberge. Anything else is bad for the figure.

(Changing seats)  Now Lady Fury, you  have met the charming members of the club. Can you tell us why we  should each of us spend a week reading your book?

(Changing seats) Well, why wouldn’t they read it when it is about me? Oh and Flint of course.? But mainly it is about me dealing with Flint, which is no bad thing. Someone has to. And of course, it is about the many noble sacrifices I made with regard to Storm, in addition to my rules…..

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(Changing seats) While I think I have cured Flint of eyeing other women, he is still a great one for eyeing everything else. He calls it booty. Is there anything I should do to disabuse him of helping himself to other people’s boats and their contents? Already we have four gondolas aboard.

(Changing seats) He brings me that Faberge egg and he can steal all he likes.

 (Changing seats)s kitchen https://www.facebook.com/pages/Mamas-Kitchen/431002043619495?fref=tspirate-11

most thoughtfully provided our fare today, largely because the pirates eschew the culinary arts for cutlass waving, drinking and frolicking on shore with wenches.  Do you have any tips for making them try at least to help my maid, Susan, in the galley? It is such a task and she gets quite fraught.

(Changing seats) Well, I might if I didn’t have to keep shifting about like this. Who thought up this stupid question? Surely it was not me?

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 (Changing seats)  Genoa  is lovely, what sites—if any– do you intend visiting here when you leave the ship? Provided of course, you first sign a disclaimer that you never saw me, or Flint? 

(Changing seats) Well I am you so obviously I am not going to be stupid enough to say I saw myself unless it was in a mirror. I might have gone to see the organ grinder at the pier, who is quite a  sight. But there, after Flint stole the Palerna, and then there is the tragic matter of Thomas, lying at the bottom of the bay……

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Unraveling-Lady-Fury-Shehanne-Moore/dp/1940223865/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1397741255&sr=1-1&keywords=the+unraveling+of+lady+fury

 

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Rule One: There will be no kissing. Rule two: There will be no touching…

Widowed Lady Fury Shelton hasn’t lost everything—yet. As long as she produces the heir to the Beaumont dukedom, she just might be able to keep her position. And her secrets. But when the callously irresistible Captain James “Flint” Blackmoore sails back into her life, Lady Fury panics. She must find a way to protect herself—and her future—from the man she’d rather see rotting in hell than sleeping in her bed. If she must bed him to keep her secrets, so be it. But she doesn’t have to like it. A set of firm rules for the bedroom will ensure that nothing goes awry. Because above all else, she must stop herself from wanting the one thing that Flint can never give her. His heart.

Ex-privateer Flint Blackmoore has never been good at following the rules. Now, once again embroiled in a situation with the aptly named Lady Fury, he has no idea why he doesn’t simply do the wise thing and walk away. He knows he’s playing with fire, and that getting involved with her again is more dangerous than anything on the high seas. But he can’t understand why she’s so determined to hate him. He isn’t sure if the secret she keeps will make things harder—or easier—for him, but as the battle in the bedroom heats up, he knows at least one thing. Those silly rules of hers will have to go

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