Friday, July 21, 2017

The Barbary Mark

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     After a shipwreck, Nonie Rafferty washes up on the shore of Algiers, where the slave traders look to sell the pretty Irishwoman—or worse.  She must come up with a tale to save herself—and fast—before anyone discovers the true reason she sailed to this misbegotten corner of the world, or the true reason she was wearing a strand of priceless  pearls when she was rescued.
     Fortunately, the Dey’s mysterious necromancer appears willing to come to her aid, and what follows is a cat-and-mouse game of deception, attraction, and above all, redemption.

Excerpt from Chapter One

       Nonie stood, bedraggled—and certainly bedeviled—as she tried to avoid looking into the flames of the two fire-trays that illuminated the chamber, one on either side of the dais.  Likes the dramatic, she concluded, as she gazed upon the Dey of Algiers, seated on his elaborate peacock chair.  The Mughals were a superstitious bunch; perhaps it could be used to her advantage—if she managed to survive the night’s events, that was. 
          The crackling flames illuminated the faces of the men who stood on either side of their leader; ruthless men, who served at the Dey’s pleasure in this particular circle of hell.  One appeared to be minor official, and the other—the one who’d spoken to the Dey—was undoubtedly the Agha, who handled the Dey’s slave trade.  A hard-eyed, dissipated man as befit his trade; and fleshy besides—that type were always wont to bleed overmuch, in her experience.  And the tall gentleman who stood behind him would appear to be the famed necromancer—although she couldn’t be certain, having little experience with men of that stripe.  He was dressed in a dark, long-sleeved djellaba and was smoking a thin pipe, looking mysterious and very much the part.  Rather handsome, if you liked your men lean, and hawkish. He hadn’t spoken, but only observed dispassionately as the Agha took the lead in questioning her.
“I will give you one last chance to tell me; where did you find these?”
With unmistakable menace, the Agha approached her, lifting a long, double strand of large pearls, which glistened in the flickering firelight. Through their loops, she could see the necromancer, watching her with his unreadable dark gaze, as the smoke from his pipe curled around his head.  “The pearls were given to me by the ship’s captain—although ‘given’ is perhaps not the right word; ‘lent’ is more apt, being as how there was no question but that I would have to give them back.”
As she recited the story, she considered her options; she’d never pass muster as a concubine—her hair must look like she’d been pulled through a bush backwards.  Instead she’d have to convince them she was too valuable to execute outright, and tell a tale of sunken treasure.  “There are plenty more pearls where that came from,” she disclosed in an artless manner, pausing to wring the sea water from her skirts. “There was an entire chest, brimful of them.” 
At this, the Agha glanced over at the Dey with a significant look, and then continued his pacing. “You are English?”
“Good God,” Nonie exclaimed, horrified. “Bite your tongue; I’m as Irish as the day is long.”
“What were you doing on a Dutch merchant ship?”
“Sinking, mostly.”  She paused, then added fairly, “And drinking a great deal of wine, before that.  I confess it has occurred to me that the two events are not unrelated.”
“What happened to the captain—and the crew?”
She spread her hands. “I’ve no idea—and is it fair that they left me to fend for my poor self, I ask you? No, it is not; not a twinge of chivalry amongst them.” Indignant, she tossed her head, which was not well-advised; when wet, her fiery hair fell nearly to her waist, but as it dried, it gathered into a tangled mass of thick curls that now sprang from her head as though it had a life of its own—not to mention it was stiff and salty, from its recent immersion into the Bay of Algiers.

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  2. I love your Acton and Doyle's one of my favorites! This new book sound really good too, I look forward to reading it.

  3. I look forward to reading this book!

  4. nice cover

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  5. Thanks so much for having me, Maureen!

  6. The first historical novel I read dealt with the Barbary Pirates. It was a good way for my high school American history teacher to get us interested in History. I am curious to follow the approach you have taken. Obviously it will be a bit different since yours is a romance, but details of time anyplace could compare. It will be interesting to watch the game play out between Nonie and her captors.


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