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I'm featuring myself today and one of my favorite scenes from The Pirate's Jewel, part of the Pirates of Britannia Connected World and a crossover to my Stelton Legacy series. Enjoy!

The Pirate’s Jewel by Ruth A. Casie

Deception and family honor are at stake – so is her heart.

Wesley Reynolds will do anything to avenge his family’s banishment from Dundhragon Castle even throw in with the notorious pirate, MacAlpin. His plan, ruin Lord Ewan’s trading network. He has a more devious plan for his father’s ‘best friend,’ the man who abandoned them at the eleventh hour. He’ll ruin the man’s most precious jewel, his daughter Darla. Wesley’s so close to ruining the trade network and succeeding he can almost taste it, but revenge is not nearly as sweet as Darla’s kisses.

Darla Maxwell, beloved by her parents has no prospects of marriage. Her father and Lord Ewan search to find her the right husband. Darla’s special gifts are frightening to many. She has visions that often come true. The murky image of a man haunts her, she’s sure it’s Lord Ewan’s soon-to-be son-in-law, but the vision morphs when she meets Wesley. The meaning couldn’t be any clearer to her, her destiny lies with Wesley.

When revelations surface indicating Wesley has been deceived and his revenge misplaced. Will he find the truth of what really happened to his family in time to stop the pirates? Will Darla ever forgive him? Will he ever forgive himself?

“Ruth A. Casie’s vivid descriptions place you right in the story. It is a wonderful read I highly recommend. 5 Stars”  ~ Deb

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Buy Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07M81Y7HM

Excerpt 1

Anger rolled off her father in waves. Even from where she sat she saw his clenched jaw and fisted hands.

“Why aren’t these below?” her father asked, pointing toward the barrels that comprised her hiding place.

Richards shrugged. “With Lord Ewan’s men and supplies, there isn’t any room. I’ll have the men tie them to the deck.”

Darla froze. The men picked up ropes and started to secure the barrels across from her. Her watery eyes enlarged, the hairs on the nape of her neck bristled, and gooseflesh pimpled her frigid skin. Slow and deliberate, a tall man stepped out of the shadows and marched toward her hiding place. Please, don’t let him find me. Not now. She kept her gaze focused on him and tamped down her building panic. There was no place for her to run. She was trapped. His powerful well-muscled body moved toward her with an easy grace.

Join me next week for another excerpt on Sherry Ewing’s blog https://sherryewing.com/blog/