Smuggler’s Bride by Vanessa Brooks

Smuggler’s Bride

by Vanessa Brooks

How could hands that punished bring the gift of so much pleasure.

Back by popular demand Vanessa Brooks bring you book four of her popular risqué Georgian romances.

Once again we meet old friends and new! The naughty ladies of the spanked wives society manage to get themselves embroiled in yet another tangled mess.

Primrose Latimer has a fiancé to be proud of, a gentleman destined to become Lord Trewithe of Pencullen House in Cornwall but a case of mistaken identity scuppers her chances of ever becoming his Lady wife. Her hopes and aspirations dashed, she is determined that the man who has ruined her, a Cornish smuggler, shall pay dearly for her losses.

However, fate and Jago Poldrunne have other plans for Primrose, as swirling sea mists and smugglers abound!

If fast paced, romantic, humorous romps, featuring strong, handsome commanding gentlemen are not your thing – then please do not buy this seductive, 18th century romance!

Buy Link: Amazon

An Interview with Jago Poldrunne:

“Hello you’re Jago Poldrunne aren’t you? It’s very nice to meet you.” Bloody hell, this man is gorgeous! Furiously fanning face!

‘An’ who might you be?’

“Vanessa Brooks, It is very nice to meet you.”

‘What d’you want wench?’

“I’d like to interview you. I would be very grateful if you could spare me the time to answer a few questions.”

‘Did Primrose put you up to this? Are you married to an Excise man? What exactly is it that you want to know?’

“I have no connection with any Excise men neither does my husband I assure you and Primrose had nothing to do with this but I’m curious, what would you have done if she had been involved?”

‘Did no one tell you that curiosity killed the cat missy -Carry on with these personal questions and you might wish you hadn’t found out the answers, Mistress brooks.’

“Um, okay, well would mind just telling me a little something about yourself please?”

‘I’m a Cornish man, born and bred and proud of it. My father t’were Squire of Poldrunne but he died a couple of years ago so now I am Squire. The people of Cornwall relied too heavily upon tin mining and for an age our children ate and had clothes upon their back. Then came cheaper tin imports from abroad and our mines began to close. This caused terrible hardship and starvation, no one seemed to care that the people of Cornwall were dying. Men turned back to the sea. Some returned to a life of fishing while others turned to smuggling but the important thing was our people lived and filled their bellies once again. O’course there was other means to feed a family. Evil men took to wrecking, luring ships onto the rocks in order to steal the cargo then sell it on.’

“I take it that you don’t hold with wrecking?”

‘No, I most certainly do not! My but you’re an impertinent wench! You are married you say, Mistress brooks?’

“Yes…why?”

‘Tis clear to me that you need taking in hand, your husband needs to teach you some manners. I’ll speak with him; assure him that this should do the trick.’

“Err…I have just remembered that I have an errand to run I have to go. Thanks for taking the time to talk with me, goodbye Mr… I mean, Squire Poldrunne!”

‘Here wench give that to your husband, tell him ’tis a gift from me!’

“That’s terribly kind but no thanks I…”

‘Take it. Mayhap I should demonstrate its use?’

“Um, no need, thanks for the um, gift. I have to go, bye-ee!”

What exactly is my husband meant to do with a piece of old tar rope?

Excerpt:

They were ensconced together within his cabin. He in his captain’s chair with her tossed cosily across his lap, doing her utmost to avoid his correcting palm with absolutely no success. Strangely Jago could not remember the last time he’d enjoyed himself quite so much. She was a comely baggage, albeit one with a sharp tongue. Although she deigned to show no fear, he had to admire her courage in what must be a singularly frightening situation for her. He continued to raise his arm, bringing it down with strong emphasis, until she slumped dejectedly across his knee. Only then did he lower his hand to rest upon her rounded posterior. Gently he massaged her heated globes, she moaned, unconsciously shifting her hips upward to meet his soothing palm.

Author Bio:

International bestselling author Vanessa Brooks lives in Sussex England. She has a lifelong love of history, most especially English and American. She has written a couple of western tales, one notably for the Red Petticoat series which was such a huge success in America. Her Georgian series, Masterful Husbands, set in the 1700’s also proved highly successful both sides of the Atlantic.
Vanessa’s novels are generally historically based; she has a knack of bringing an authenticity to the era in which her novels are set. Vanessa carefully researches each time period and strives to ensure that any historical facts she uses are correct.
More importantly, she likes writing entertaining books that her readers enjoy. She includes passion adventure, romance and domestic discipline, de rigueur within the eras of her popular novels.

If you read it and enjoyed it, then please leave me a review!

Thank you!

Vanessa x
LINKS:

Author page-Amazon.com:

https://www.amazon.com/Vanessa-Brooks/e/B00NQDNXS4/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_2?qid=1493052187&sr=8-2

Author page-Amazon.co.uk:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Vanessa-Brooks/e/B00NQDNXS4/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1504452070&sr=1-1

Twitter:

https://twitter.com/@blushingvanessa

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http://vanessanovels.weebly.com

Blushing Books:

http://www.blushingbooks.com/vanessabrooks

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