Pirate's Promise
Sequel to Stolen Treasures

Professional Reviews

5 DELIGHTFUL DIVAS: "Pirate's Promise is another great read from Laurie Ryan and is the sequel to Stolen Treasures. I couldn't put it down because it had romance, suspense, and a sexy hero…that's like icing on an already delicious cake! Hawk and Julia would appear to be a mismatched couple, but Laurie Ryan wove the pair together so smoothly I was amazed. Her writing flows beautifully and appears effortless. There is an abundance of sexual tension that keeps you just as "on edge" as the characters. I didn't think it lacked anything and I thought it was very well written. When I read Stolen Treasures, I knew that I just had to read the sequel, Pirate's Promise. I'm so happy I did! Both books went well together, but can also stand alone with no problem whatsoever. This is only the second book I've read from Laurie Ryan, but I hope to read many more. Her stories are pleasantly romantic, full of adventure, and a whole lot of fun! I highly recommend Pirate's Promise by Laurie Ryan!" -- Shelly, Dark Diva Reviews

4 TEACUPS: "Pirate’s Promise was a story that captured my attention from the first sentence. The story brought you to a paradise place where dreams exist. Everyone helped build a life after the destruction of Mother Nature. They loved their land and each other. Laurie described scenery that gave your mind a picture of what a beautiful place Tierra Bonita de Dios (Beautiful Land of God) Mexico was. This story has everything for everyone; there is love, mystery, danger and a lot of sexual tension." -- Wendy, Happily Ever After Reviews

4 LYRES: "The characters were fun, relatable and exciting. A reader can feel the desire and passion between Julia and Hawk and route for them to overcome all obstacles. The story premise was fun and light, an easy entertaining read. There was action, adventure, hidden passion and little bit of cutting corners around the law. The steamy love scenes were not over done and did not take away from the story line. The scenes were explicit to a point and only added value to a reader's drive to keep reading. Hawk’s fear of love due his wife who had passed away and Julia’s need to prove herself to her father who is also gone pushes these two in different directions, but passion and lust always brought them back together. But reading about how love could heal all was a real treat." -- Rach, Rites of Romance

Excerpt

He reached for her, then stopped. God help him. He didn’t want Julia to go. He wanted… Damn it. He wanted more than he had a right to ask. This woman had fought with him, and for him, ever since they’d met. Now she fought for his village. Maria’s village.

He wasn’t ready to let go of the past. Hell, he probably never would be. He couldn’t give Julia what she wanted, what she needed.

He moved closer. Neither could he resist her.

Hawk touched her hair and shivers threaded his veins with heat. He felt the warmth flood his face and spread through his body until it lodged like a red-hot stake in his groin.

It seemed natural to caress her cheek.

Julia’s arms were a barrier between them. Her head came up and his heart cracked at the unshed tears. Instinct took over as Hawk shut the door on yesterday and vowed, for now, to live in the moment. He leaned down and kissed lips that had invaded his dreams for days.

She pushed against him and held his gaze for one long, hard minute. Then, the barrier gave way. Her arms snaked their way around his head and pulled him down to renew the kiss.

She parted her lips and it was his undoing. Hawk responded with all the lust and emotion pent up within him since first setting eyes on her. He devoured her and she welcomed him with her response.

Somehow, they made it inside his hut to his bed. They shed their clothes and fell down into the feathered softness.

He wove strands of silky auburn hair around his fingers and lowered his mouth again to hers. She moved her hands over his body, her feather-light touches branding him wherever they made contact.

Hawk groaned as she followed the arc of his hip, then wound her way up his stomach. He stopped breathing when she circled his nipple and raked her nails through the hair on his chest.

He was rock hard, an exquisite torture he was not sure he could withstand. Drawing a ragged breath, he stilled her hand and began his own exploration.

He claimed her lips and she opened up to him with a lingering sigh. Her tongue found his and his groin twitched as he pulled her deeper. She tasted warm and fruity, and he lost himself in a tropical paradise of flavor.

He needed more and moved to cover her neck with his hand.

She shifted to give him room.

As his hand slid toher shoulder, her throaty moan voiced the loss of contact. It changed to a gasp as he peppered her skin with soft kisses. His fingers felt the tiny raised bumps along her arms as she reacted to his touch.

Continuing his exploration, his fingernails trailed up the underside of her arm. The incidental brush of her breast brought on another moan, only this time, it came from him.

Julia dug her fingers into his back as he claimed her, circling, backing off, then circling again. Her breast in his hand felt the perfect fit. Small, but not too small. And so very reactive. His thumb crossed over a hardened nipple, then he kissed his way slowly, languidly to the prize his hand held.

She arched her back, pleading.

Hawk backed slightly away.

And Julia groaned, trying to pull him back.

His lips grazed her breast and she shuddered. Hawk froze long enough to retain some minimal powerover his out-of-control body. Then, he lowered his head and drew a nipple into his mouth, his cock jerking more as she arched her back further. The sweet agony in his groin made restraint all but impossible. It wouldn’t take much.

Julia’s hands had started to move again. She glided from his back to his arms, then found the line of hair on his stomach and followed it down…

Down.

And further down.

She grasped him and he groaned, releasing her breast as he moved to stop her.

“Give. Me. A. Moment.”

“I don’t need a moment. I need you. Inside me. Now,” she said, her voice husky as she drove her hips against him.

He struggled to draw a breath, then reached down to swirl his tongue around each nipple before he raised himself over her.

He thrust into her. And she welcomed him.

She gasped as he filled her, then matched his rhythm and gave herself over to the sensations. He didn’t hurry.