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Tracy L. Ranson
Pirates of the Mist
Old legends told a tale of a pirate curse placed on the town of Mystic
Harbor, death to anyone on the beach the night of the anniversary of the
pirate Tristan Hamilton's death. The fog, thick and white, rolls in from the
sea at midnight. Michaela tries to outrun it, but it was too quick for her.
When she awakens, she finds more than she bargained for aboard Tristan
Hamilton's ship.
Tristan Hamilton, a legendary pirate, doesn't know what to make of the
strange lass aboard his ship. Where did she come from?
Through
dangerous waters and pirates, Tristan and Michaela form a deep and
passionate love that would stand the test of time. Looming over them,
besides the dangers that threaten their love, is Michaela's knowledge of his
history and future. Will she let history take its course or alter it and
risk a possible paradox in her own time?
Genre: Time
Travel Romance
Length: 62,000 words
"This is one of my favorite stories and was a lot of fun to write.
First, I asked myself this question: What would I do if I could go back in
time? Would I stay or return to my own time? If I were Michaela’s place, I
would definitely stay with Tristan. Who doesn’t love a sexy pirate?"
~ Tracy ~ |
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PIRATES OF THE MIST
ISBN: 1-60601-067-0
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REVIEWS
for Pirates of the Mist
5 Stars: "Time Travel Romance…
Michaela felt like she belonged somewhere else. In the
midst of a fog, she was transported back
through time to 1720.
I have always loved time travel books, especially a
good romance. Tracy L. Ranson has created
an excellent read. Michaela and Tristan
work well together. They have an instant
connection. Ranson successfully adds
twists to the plot. I was enthralled from
page one and finished Pirates of the
Mist in one sitting. Fans of romantica
will enjoy Pirates of the Mist."
—Debra Gaynor, Review Your Book
5 Stars: "If you are looking
for a time travel romantic adventure, look
no further than Pirates of the Mist
by Tracy L. Ranson. Pirates of the Mist
is a rollicking joy ride of a story,
filled with action, deception, sea
battles, love, lust, a hot hero, feisty
heroine, and did I mention sex?
The adventures keep coming as Michaela adjusts to life
in the past, and tries to understand her
feelings for the captain, Tristan
Hamilton, a man that she had been devoted
to studying before the time transference.
I adore this story. It is richly filled
with the historical atmosphere of life
aboard a pirate ship, and I cannot wait to
read more by this author. Did I mention
sex"
—Susiq2, Ecataromance
4 Angels: "The reader gets
a very good idea of who Michaela and
Tristan are. Their characters are
developed and they feel like very real
people. The storyline is fast paced as it
takes place mainly on the ship. The
fighting, romance, and erotic action are
fully incorporated within the storyline.
The author fully utilizes Michaela’s
knowledge of the future to enhance and
further the story. It had this reader
wanting to smack Tristan when he doubted
what Michael was telling him. All of it
added up to one highly entertaining book.
Pirates of the Mist is a terrific
time travel story that romance readers
will enjoy!"
—Susan T, Fallen Angel Reviews
4 Hearts: "Pirates of the
Mist by Tracy L. Ranson is a
passionate adventure through time. It is
an exciting tale of a headstrong modern
woman and dominating pirate and how they
fall in love. A stimulating battle of
wills where it is hard to tell if they are
going to fight or make love and where many
times these encounters end in a
combination of the two. The sex is hot and
sweaty, described in explicit terms for
the reader's enjoyment. The smoke and fire
of the canon during a sea battle and the
clang of the swords as pirates fight for
control of the ship come to life for the
readers through the words of Tracy L.
Ranson. The past and the present come
together in a unique way and the ending
will definitely leave the reader smiling.
For adventure and romance, Pirates of
the Mist is a story sure to thrill its
readers."
—Anita, The Romance Studio
"Excellent
story! The writing flowed beautifully and
the battle scenes were well-researched.
Doesn't every girl long for her very own
pirate? Hopefully, Ms. Ranson will write
more historically-based novels. She has a
winner in this one!"
—Nancy Eriksen, Paranormal Romance
STORY EXCERPT
The
Caribbean, 1720
"'Ere, now what do we have?"
The cockney voice pierced her dreams, bringing her back to reality.
Michaela opened her eyes, blinking hard. The first thing she saw
was a length of scarred wooden planking underneath her cheek.
Where was she?
Michaela turned her head to see the bright sun shining against the pale
azure of the cloudless sky. Distantly, she heard the sound of
water splashing against wood as the vessel rocked beneath her.
What sort of dream was this?
She looked to her left and felt real terror surged through her. She was
on some sort of old-fashioned ship outfitted with sails and
rigging. Men, in various stages of dress, stood staring at her
from the mid deck with lecherous eyes. What in the hell was
going on? She scrambled to the safest corner of the quarterdeck.
If there was ever a time to wake up, it was now!
"'Ere, now love, there's a no bein shy," said an older man, his frizzy
gray hair flying out all around his head. "We ain gonna hurt
ye."
"This is all a dream," she whispered quietly to herself, willing the
dream to go away. "I've got to wake up."
"Ye are awake, my lady." Her captor entered her haven of the quarterdeck
with his wicked looking cutlass drawn and pointed at her chest.
"Now, tell us how you got on our ship."
"This is a dream.” Splinters of the wooden side dug into the flesh of
her back as she pushed herself harder against the side. "I'm
going to wake up any time now."
"The only thing you gonna do is see the captain, missy," the old man
snapped. "If'n he's in a good mood, he may not make ye walk the
plank."
"Who is your captain?" she asked, trying to go along with the dream.
Maybe, just maybe, it might help her to wake up.
"That would be me," issued a male voice from behind the old man. She
heard his bootheels hit the quarterdeck and walked around her
captor. Fear nipped at her very bones. What sort of man was
their captain?
A throng of bodies parted and allowed him to come into full view. She
held her breath as her heart thumped hard in her chest. "You're
Captain Tristan Hamilton." She swallowed the lump growing in her
throat and looked away. "Now I know this is a dream."
"Who are you and how did you get on my ship?" he boomed, his hands going
to his linen breech clad hips.
She couldn't think for a minute because he was too utterly handsome for
his own good. Auburn hair, streaked golden by the sun, was long
and held back by a brown leather thong. Loose fitting linen
wrapped around his muscular upper torso, vaguely reminding her
of the pirates on some of the romance novels she'd read.
Her gaze dropped lower. His breeches, snug enough to outline his
powerful thighs, tapered down into his black boots rising over
his knees.
"You still haven't answered my question, woman," he demanded as his
stare swept over her. "What are you doing on my ship dressed so
strangely?"
"This is just a dream," she answered. "You were born out of my fantasy."
Captain Hamilton continued to stare at her, his dark eyes conveying his
rage. "This is no dream. You are aboard my ship, uninvited." He
stormed toward her and grabbed her wrist, dragging her to her
feet. "Who brought you here?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," she snapped, wrenching her
wrist free of his grip. "You're in my dream so back off,
buster."
A look of stunned surprise crossed his face. "How dare you speak to me
in such a manner!" He towered over her with his handsome face
twisted into a menacing scowl. "I should throw you overboard."
She crossed her arms in front of her. No dream figment was going to
intimidate her. "Go ahead, you weasel. I'm not frightened of
you."
Hushed gasps echoed through the crowd as his face turned to dark mask of
fury. "So you are not afraid," he said in a low, sharp tone.
"Let me see if I can make you afraid."
ADULT EXCERPT
Tristan reveled in the marvels of her flesh, unmarked by time or
experience. The more he touched her, the more she came alive
under his hands. Her body was smooth and sweet smelling and
tasting. She was strong and young with her supple body. Yards of
chestnut hair floated around her head like a halo, begging for
him to bury his hands in the strands. He couldn’t help himself.
Each time he touched her, he delighted in the emotions he evoked
within her. After that first time he kissed those delicate dewy
slivers, he was not only intrigued with her but hungered to
possess her body and soul. Finally, his dream was on the verge
of coming true.
Spreading the shirt wide, Tristan moved down lower as he tasted the
sweetness of her. He stopped only to toy with her navel before
moving down. Her belly, perfectly flat, was indented like an
hourglass, unlike most of the women he had ever taken to bed.
They had mostly been older and used up with the rigors of being
a courtesan and childbearing. Michaela was neither.
He could not help but wonder about her completely. How did she come to
be on his ship? Was she heaven sent to save his soul from the
pits of hell? Whatever the reason for her presence, he was glad
of it.
Taking her moans of ecstasy as an invitation, he loosened the tie on her
breeches and pulled them down, exposing her privates to him.
When she had first arrived, she had no hair but during her stay,
small curls of dark hair started to appear. He grinned. He liked
the smoothness but a bit of hair was just as good.
Gingerly, he parted her lips and reveled in the scent climbing up from
between the delicate folds. Unable to resist the sweet perfume,
he removed her breeches with quick strokes and returned, parting
the slivers of delight.
With practiced movements, he ran his finger along the moist slit and
dipped inside slightly, noticing the tightness. She was
definitely a virgin.
Bending his head, he licked at the tiny bud between those lips and felt
the flesh blossom as she cried out. Hungrily, he took the
ripening nub in his mouth. His tongue danced over her core. She
shivered at the feel and buried her hand in his hair. Out of
instinct, she pulled him closer as her hips rose and met his
every stroke. "Pl....please....Tristan," she begged in ragged
breaths, "don't tease me anymore. Make love to me."
Tristan needed no further invitation. He ripped the clothes from his
body as well as his weapons, tossing them aside. Passionately,
he licked up the slim legs, the hair returning there as well,
feeling as soft as the dew on rose petals.
"Wait, Tristan," she said breathlessly, sitting up slightly. "You've
seen me so now I want to see you."
He complied with her wishes, her body crying out for him. In the golden
glow of the fire, Michaela's breath caught in her chest. She
didn't expect him to be so exquisite. Hard pectorals tempted her
to touch the ripe flesh and appeared as though a sculptor carved
him out of granite. Thick arms and shoulders comprised his upper
body, tapering down to a narrow waist. Dark hair covered the
apex where his hips met his thighs, his hard penis standing out
from the forest of black curly hair. She touched him on the
already moist tip. Tristan drew a hard breath. "You do not know
what you do to me, Michaela," he murmured as her hand covered
him, holding him gently.
Michaela said nothing as she held him and let her thumb caress the tip.
Despite the fact this would be her first sexual experience, she
wasn’t frightened. It was almost as if Tristan was the man she
waited for. Lowering her head, she took him into her mouth for a
moment and tasted the saltiness of the tip. She reveled in the
emotions she gave him in return. Her senses reached new levels
the moment she felt his large hands bury in her hair and held
her steady.
Just as she started to lick the shaft, Tristan withdrew from her. His
retreat puzzled her. "What's wrong?"
Tristan eased her down onto the blanket. "Nothing, my dear but I will go
mad if I do not make love to you this moment." He eased himself
between her legs.
She welcomed him in her arms as the musky scent of their desire filled
the air. "I've wanted to have sex with you as well, Tristan,"
she confessed. "I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow or
what will become of us, but I want this night to be magical.
Something I can keep with me always and a memory I can visit
when the nights are cold and lonely."
"As do I." Tristan captured her lips with his and sent her body spinning
to dizzying heights.
His hands traveled up and down her body before settling between her
legs. Tristan teased her with his finger, diving in and out of
her, making her completely wet.
Suddenly, she felt the tip of his penis nudging at her vagina,
frightening her. Instinctively, she tried to close her legs, but
Tristan was too quick. He stroked her legs until they fell open
naturally. Wrapping them around his strong waist, Tristan nudged
her again.
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