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Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Twists, Turns & Love on the High Seas in The Sea Lyon. @HildieMcQueen #Historicalromance

Ahoy, mate! Another Pirates of Britannia tale has arrived! A HUGE congrats to USA Today Bestselling Author, Hildie McQueen on the release of The Sea Lyon! 

Batten down the hatches and ready your sea legs for a sweeping romance you won't soon forget!


Reputed to be ruthless and feared, pirate Captain Dorian Lyon McAlpin rules over the seas along with his crew of cutthroats aboard his ship, The Mawdelyn. When he chances being caught to see his dying mother, his life takes a drastic turn. Fate brings him face to face the one woman who destroyed his life. It seems the opportunity for revenge is sometimes served on a silver platter.

Running for her life with her infant son, Ileana MacTavish is forced to depend on pirates of all people in order stay alive. With the future uncertain, she demands an audience with the captain of The Mawdelyn. What she doesn’t expect is to find the man who not only hates her, but also is more lethal than the danger she’s running from.

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Note: This is part of the Piratesof Britannia Connected World

Please check out the other books in the series:

Savage of the Sea by Eliza Knight
Leader of Titans by Kathryn Le Veque
The Sea Devil by Eliza Knight
Sea Wolfe by Kathryn Le Veque

Excerpt from The Sea Lyon

“Come with me.” Kevin had appeared at the entryway, his large body blocking the view out. “Captain MacAlpin will see ye.”

Ileana’s stomach tumbled. She feared getting sick, but she managed to stand on wobbly feet. She smoothed her skirts with both hands and then pushed loose tendrils of hair back into her loose knot. “Very well.”

Lifting her chin a notch, she followed after the tall pirate who had to bend over at every exit. She wondered at the captain, if he were tall or not. It was silly to have such musings at a time like this. However, anything was better than shaking like a leaf.

They arrived at a door and Kevin knocked before leading her into an interior that took her breath away. The space was lavish, the likes of which she’d never seen.

On the floor were thick, decorated rugs so plush her feet sunk into them, to one side was a dark wooden table with intricately carved legs. Upon it, rested parchment and a lamp. There was oil paintings on the walls she was sure were done by master artists. A huge, four-poster bed with plush bedding took her attention next. A fur was thrown atop it. Standing sideways, with his face shadowed, stood a man just as tall as Kevin. With auburn waves that fell to the center of his back and thick, muscular arms straining the fabric of his tunic, she automatically knew he was the Sea Lyon.

She narrowed her eyes in an attempt to get a better look at him. But he’d placed himself strategically so that she could not.

“Missus MacTavish. I am told ye wish to speak to me.”

His voice was deep and gruff, like a man not used to long sentences.

She cleared her throat. “Yes, well ye see, I am found to be in distress due to…”

He cut her off by lifting a hand. The sparkling jewel on his middle finger took her attention. “Spare me the details of how ye came to be here.”

“I require passage to England. I wish to raise my son with the help of my friend, Lily, once there.”

He didn’t reply. Instead, he raked his hand through the long tresses and seemed lost in thought. Ileana looked to Kevin, but the man had lowered to a chair and seemed preoccupied with the ceiling.

“I can pay. Although not much, but ye can have everything.”

“Everything? Interesting proposition, Missus MacTavish.”

The way he said her name was as if he hated her. It didn’t make sense, of course, since they’d never met. Once again, she attempted to get a good look at him.

“Kevin, see that the lady remains here. I must see about something.”

Finally looking to her, Kevin took her by the arm and guided her to a chair, blocking her from seeing the captain as he stalked out the door.

“Why didn’t he reply?” She attempted to get around the man, but he held her arm. “Please tell him to return. I did not get to tell him how important this is to me.”

Kevin softened his hold when she collapsed into the chair. “He is aware. Give him time to ponder.”

With that, Kevin, too, left and she found herself alone. It confused her that the captain trusted enough to leave her alone in his quarters. Interesting. However, there was nowhere she could go if she dared to leave with any of his belongings.

After what seemed like an hour, she stood and walked about the space. He lived quite extravagantly. However, there was little in the way of personal effects.

Other than beverages and what looked to be herbs of some sort, there was nothing that made the space feel like someone’s home. It was hard to explain, although it was so well-appointed. Between the art and the furniture, there were few who could boast to live as well. Yet, something was missing. Somehow, she knew this was not to his taste.

The man had a Scottish accent and, as such, he should have preferred tapestries and a tartan of some sort added to the room. No, instead, it was as if the space belonged to someone without pride in his ancestry.

Purchase at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo
Also available on iTunes.