Inside the Four Feathers Tavern, Bleedin Art studied a game of strategy, but his mind was on the ships and men he was now responsible for protecting. A three-dimensional tower of checked boards sat with finely carved figurines placed in defensive positions. Art eyed his opponent and knew victory was at hand.
“Knight takes rook,” said Art.
Captain White sighed. “Aye, that he did. How come I’m always white?”
“It avoids confusion.” Art took a mouthful of ale. “Take yer time.”
“I’d like to.”
“Sweet British sackers!” Chuck Talbot examined the game. “He’s got your king trapped in the tower!”
“Thanks, Chuck,” White said. “What do you want?”
Commodore Chuck Talbot ran his fingers through his thick blond locks. He strutted to the table, donning a yellow suit of slashed and braided satin complete with a frilled cape. “The convoy is ready to go. I’ll escort them through the channel to the Bahamas. When I see our cousins from the Tongue of the Ocean, I’ll cut ’em loose and get back here before you can say: Roger the mermaid’s kraken!”
White sneered. “Very good.”
“Nothing my navy boys can’t handle. Not to step on your toes, Captain Valentine, I know it’s a private enterprise and all. Just till yer fleet’s back on her keel.” Talbot gave a pleasant smile.
“Just a slight setback,” Art said.
White slowly moved a pawn. “England appreciates both your sacrifices. I’m sure our ships will be protected.”
“More than your king.” Art took the pawn.
“This one or the one with the wig?”
Art took another turn.
“Tactful move.” Talbot patted Art’s back. “He didn’t see that one coming.”
“Captain White,” a woman called.
Art hadn’t seen Lady Anne Beeston in a while. Her auburn hair was pinned up, and her dark blue gown was trimmed with white lace. She approached determinedly.
“Captain White, our ships will be ready to sail in a fortnight, and we still have no protection. Where’s our privateers?”
“They’re coming,” Art assured.
“I can’t insure the contents until I know we are secure.”
Talbot bowed and winked. “Not to worry, Lady B, I’ve got ya abaft. Just load yer boats on time.”
“What a charming rogue,” Lady Beeston swooned and fanned her face.
Title: No Quarter: Wenches – The Complete Series
Author: MJL Evans and GM O’Connor
Genre: Historical Romance
Behind every successful pirate is a cunning wench! In 1689, Atia Crisp finds herself imprisoned in the wickedest city on earth, Port Royal, Jamaica, while the refugees from Strangewayes’s plantation in the Blue Mountains are on the run and seeking a new home, deep in the Caribbean. Captain Jean-Paul la Roche must get them to safety and find a way to liberate the woman he loves while waging a war against the English with the pirate Laurens de Graaf.
While besieged people suffer and starve, a group of women form a secret and illegal society deep from within the bowels of the city called: WENCH. A network that deals with smugglers, merchants, cutthroats and thieves. Dragged into the struggle for supremacy of the Caribbean, the women are divided and find themselves engulfed in bloodshed. The pirates of Port Royal and former enemies may be their only hope of escape.
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MJL EVANS wanted to be a writer since she was ten years old and in 2014 she finally got her act together and pursued her dream. Author of No Quarter: Dominium and No Quarter: Wenches, she is a huge fan of Monty Python, Red Dwarf, and other BBC shows, her time is devoted to acrylic, oil and watercolor painting, catering to her two senior cats and of course, writing.
You can connect with MJL Evans on Twitter at @artistmjlevans or firstname.lastname@example.org
GM O’CONNOR is a huge movie fan, writer and visual artist. A lover of sci-fi and history, half his brain lives in the 17th century while the other half sails perpetually through space. Author of No Quarter: Dominium and No Quarter: Wenches, he hopes to one day bring the No Quarter Series to film and/or graphic novel format.
You can connect with GM O’Connor on Twitter at @gm_oconnor or email@example.com
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