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To save her business, Renee crashes a party thrown by the descendant of a pirate. She plans to steal back a brooch taken from her ancestor centuries ago. But what she doesn't realize is that it's a sex party, and Devon Murray is as notorious as his pirate ancestor.
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The Pirate's Booty Reviews
"From the moment I began reading The Pirate’s Booty I couldn’t put the bookdown. Shelli Stevens created such vivid believable characters...The Pirate’s Booty was a great read and I look forward to more work from Ms.Stevens." 5 Stars, LT Blue, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"The Pirate’s Booty has it all; mystery, sex, and the lure of having love at last...I applaud Shelli Stevens for her ingenuity and imagination in bringing such a fun and hot book to life for Cobblestone." 5 Angels, Recommended Read, Lena, Fallen Angel Reviews
"Shelli Stevens brings the characters to life and pulls you in... The pages quickly sizzle with the fire between Renee and Devon, as their lives and family past entwine together." 5 Stars, Alan, Evolution Writers Book Reviews
"Pirate's Booty is a fun story that will delight readers...Shelli Stevens’s Pirate's Booty kept me reading from beginning to end in one sitting and I loved every minute of it." 4.5 Ribbons, Chrissy, Romance Junkies.
"Shelli Stevens has written a fantastic story that in Pirate's Booty that will take the reader into a world of imagination and the seduction of the senses... Hot and steamy all the way to the end." 4, Sheryl, Ecataromance.
"Between the hot sex scenes, there's plenty of comic relief and mild intrigue... The Pirate’s Booty was an absolutely entertaining read where I recommend you have an ice cold shower chaser if your man is not handy!" 4 lips, Holly, Two Lips Reviews.
"From Cobblestone's Brazen line Pirate's Booty is deeply erotic and not for the faint of heart. Surprisingly, Shelli was able to maintain a strong story that wasn't distracted by all the sexual activity throughout the novel." 4 Clovers, Joyce, CK2S Kwips and Kritiques
EXCERPT
Renee stood on her tiptoes in his closet, trying to get a box down from the shelf. Among other personal information, that box contained a list of every person--politician and famous alike--that had ever anonymously attended his parties. Just the kind juicy information a reporter would love to get their hands on.
Damn her. His hands clenched into fists at his side. He’d almost started to hope that he’d been wrong about her. She intrigued him, aroused him. Made him possessive. To the point where there was nothing he wouldn’t have done to have her. Now to realize that she’d only been using her body as a means to distract him.
Renee stretched further to reach the box, her skirt rose higher on her thighs, showing the pale curve of her ass.
Devon’s gaze fell on the luscious globes and he knew that he would still have her. If she wanted to bargain with her body, then by all means let her.
“Looking for something, sweetheart?” He stepped into the room, watching as she spun around in shock.
He expected her to deny it or try and seduce her way out of the situation. Instead, she bolted. Tried to run right past him, but he caught her arm and pulled her back into the room.
Renee swung at him, landing a blow on his shoulder. He barely felt it, but like hell would he let it happen again.
He grasped her wrists just as her foot slammed painfully into his shin.
She wanted to play rough? He tackled her onto the bed, using his body weight to pin her down. She struggled for a moment and then went limp, glaring up at him.
Her breasts rose and fell under her corset--which she’d refastened. His gaze dropped. She probably had something that belonged to him hidden against her curves.
He used his free hand to unfasten the first hook and asked, “Who do you work for, sweetheart?”
She looked confused for a moment and then started to struggle when she realized he had begun undressing her.
“The Times?” he asked. “Or maybe one of those sleazy tabloids.”
She went still, her expression one of complete incomprehension.
Well damn. He paused halfway down the hooks on her corset. Maybe she wasn’t a reporter after all.
“Who are you, Renee?” he murmured, dropping his gaze to her breasts.
Her nipples were still hard, and his knee that rested between her legs grew wet from her arousal. One thing was certain. She still wanted him.