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Ruby Nickname:Ruby Wench Hometown: Spring, Texas Age: Nunya GH Year(s) 2009 Completed Manuscript(s) Upon A Moonlit Sea; A Kiss in the Wind; The Bruised Sky Genre(s): Historical, Paranormal Started Writing: January 2007 Day Job: Domestic Goddess |
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Ruby Release – The Siren’s Song by Jennifer Bray-WeberPosted by jbrayweber May 16 2012, 6:15 am in Carina Press, Jennifer Bray-Weber, pirate romance, Romancing the Pirate, Ruby Release, Ruby Slippered Sisterhood, The Siren's Song Pirates are a despicable lot known for pillaging and plundering, causing fear with their approach and leaving destruction in their wake. Theirs was a life of taking and giving nothing in return. Not to mention the drinking, wenching, and gluttony galore. Some might find it difficult to carve a hero out of someone so wretched. Oh, but I have fun with the challenge. I adore the pirates starring in my Romancing the Pirate series. Each and every one of them, their quirks, their motivations, I even find the pirate villains a bit fascinating. But my heart lies with the captains. I make no excuses for my pirates’ behaviors and neither do they. In The Siren’s Song, released May 16th through Carina Press, Captain Thayer Drake is no different. In fact, he’s downright reprehensible. He lures ships with false lights to the reefs off the Florida coast. In exchange for help—and their lives—he takes what he wants from the hapless ships and sells the ‘salvage’ at auction. Now any pirate worth his salt has to be just as assertive and possessive with the ladies as he is with his quarry. (giggle, giggle, snort) It takes a courageous, strong woman to tame a rogue. And Gilly McCoy has her work cut out for her with Captain Drake. Excerpt: The sun now blazed from its zenith in the sky. Only slivers of shade from the canvas sails overhead could be found hugging to the crevices and corners of the ship. Heat rose from the baking deck, and without the constant breezes, she would suffocate from the hot air. The ship’s bell struck and Gilly counted the rings. It was time to pay her debt Before the final peal of the bell faded into the winds, Captain Drake appeared at the top of the ladder. Time slowed as he glided toward her. She slid off her perch and met him halfway. “Eight bells, milady.” “I’m ready,” she said. Closing her eyes, she puckered, waiting for his lips to descend upon her. Waiting to inhale his delicious musk. Waiting for his hands to roam across her back and his fingers to thread through her hair. Waiting. Why hadn’t he kissed her yet? “What’s the lass doin’?” Henri asked. “Is she alright?” “Maybe the heat’s done gotten to her,” Willie answered. She popped open one eye. Gone was the captain’s mask of steely austerity. His amusement beamed brighter than the unforgiving sun. The heat couldn’t compare to her swill of embarrassment. Sweat beaded on her brow and she wished with all her heart she could disappear. Why didn’t he kiss her? How idiotic she must look. She huffed, angry now. Mustering up a scrap of dignity, she confronted the cur. “What’s wrong? Why won’t you kiss me?” She propped her hands on her hips. “Have you gone back on our accord?” His smug laugh indicated he had not. “I never renege on a deal, Miss McCoy.” “I don’t understand.” “You have misinterpreted the terms. Our agreement stated that you kiss me. Not the other way around.” “Oh.” Won’t death spare me this humiliation? She was helpless. She had never kissed a man, only been kissed. This changed everything. It simply was not proper. Come now, Gilly. You haven’t been proper since the day Hyde laid eyes upon you. And besides, you want to kiss him. “All right, Captain Drake. I shall play by your rules.” She rose to her tiptoes and, quick as a rabbit dashing into a briar patch, she pecked him on his mouth. “There,” she said. “It’s done. I kissed you.” She grinned a self-satisfied smile. “Come back at the next eight bells. I shall be ready.” “Uh-uh. Not quite, lass. That’s not at all how I want you to kiss me.” “A kiss is a kiss.” “Nay, lass. That is how you kiss a codfish.” She gasped and her hand flew to her bosom at the insult. “And just how am I supposed to kiss you, Captain? There were no stipulations on the manner of kiss.” “Kiss me as you did last night.” She poked him in his chest. “You kissed me.” “At first, yes. But then you lost your chaste modesty and your voracious appetite took over.” If she could get her hands on his cutlass, she would end her suffering. Gilly glanced over her shoulder. Both Henri and Willie quickly, but not quickly enough, became occupied, pretending miserably not to have been listening in on their exchange. Henri fiddled with his vest pocket and Willie tapped at the compass he kept fixed to his wheel. “You need not let shamefulness get the better of you, Miss McCoy. You’ve nothing to be embarrassed about,” Captain Drake said. She frowned. He did not make things any easier by calling her on her discomfiture. “Well? I’m waiting.” What a wicked, wicked man. The only way to wipe that smirk from his face was to give him the best kiss he ever had in his wretched life. Gilly grabbed the back of his neck with both hands and smothered his lips. Long and hard, she pressed against him. He tensed under her grip. His arms reached out, as if to hold her. But he didn’t. Nevertheless, she felt his smile. And that pleased her. She broke free of him. Excitement coursed through her veins. Liberation was hers. She could do that again. Eight more times, in fact. ~~~~~~ I’ve had pirates with suicidal tendencies, anger issues, libidinous overindulgent, extreme recklessness, and an alcoholic marauder. But they all have had redeeming traits. I promise. I delight in the journey of the spirited heroines who undertake to tame them. For another excerpt The Siren’s Song, click here.Want to HEAR an excerpt. Click here for an audio snippet. Did I convince you that pirates can have a heart as gold as a Spanish doubloon? Click here to take a chance with your own copy. The Siren’s Song is available at Carina Press, Amazon, B&N, Audible, and All Romance.Don’t forget, you can catch up with me at www.jbrayweber.com Tell me. What do you think of heroes in desperate need of atonement? Thumbs up or thumbs down? Leave a comment and you could win a copy of THE SIREN’S SONG!
Pardon My FrenchPosted by jbrayweber Nov 28 2011, 7:10 am in expressions, idioms, language, profanity, research Oh, #%*$!! Oop! Did I say that out loud? Pardon my French! Pardon my French. Where do you suppose that idiom came from? Really, what does it mean? Under most circumstances, the expression is an apology for when the speaker curses or says something vulgar that might offend people in present company. But isn’t French [...] Dressing the Part – Corsets, Torture, & Voyeuristic PiratesPosted by jbrayweber Nov 23 2011, 4:00 am in inspiration, research, writer's life The woman, a complete stranger, left me winded, dizzy. Like a thief, she stole my breath away and along with it, my good sense. Reining me into her designs armed with nothing more than a scrap of leather. What’s this all about? Since my passion is writing fun, steamy, adventuresome pirate romances, I’ve been toying [...] Mash-up Merriment, Dr. Suess & PiratesPosted by jbrayweber Aug 24 2011, 3:00 am in accountability, craft, mash up novels, mash up story writing, writing challenge, writing tools Perhaps you’ve noticed. There is a strange, but interesting quirk arising in the world of fiction, called the mash-up novel. What’s a mash-up? It’s fiction combining pre-existing work with new text from popular genres. Think Pride and Prejudice and Zombies by Jane Austen and Seth Grahame-Smith. Authors are taking public domain classics and applying their [...] A Word Count Tool Just for YouPosted by jbrayweber Jan 26 2011, 10:12 am in Winter Writing Festival, word count, word count tools, writing challenges Writers know that there is great satisfaction in meeting and exceeding word count goals. It’s an accomplishment, no matter how big or small, that makes us feel good about our progress. Every word is one more word than the last and brings us closer to the manuscript’s final words ‘the end’. When participating in challenges [...]
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Born and raised in the great state of Texas just outside of Houston, I grew up with wide open spaces and free reign to express myself. Always a “good girl”, I had a penchant for trouble. With that comes plenty of entertaining tales and a brassy attitude.
