Guest Post by CAROLINE LEE
Title: Brothers of Baird’s Cove: Renegade
Author: Caroline Lee
Series: Brothers of Baird’s Cove
Genre: Historical Romance
Release Date: August 11, 2015
Print Length: 90K
Format: Paperback and Digital
Print ISBN: 978-1515029274
Digital ISBN: B011DSA9BW
Smuggling gave him the freedom he needed...
To no one’s surprise, McKee Baird never fought in the War Between the States. His fiercely independent nature made it impossible for him to take orders, and his close friendship with a black man stopped him from fighting for his father’s South. But he’s found his own way to rebel against the new government the United States has imposed on him... and right now, the only thing standing in the way of his smuggling business is the intriguingly uninhibited Becks Middleton.
Their chance meeting gave her the excitement she’d been craving...
Becks has a life of freedom away from Charleston society’s rules. So of course she can’t help but be drawn to the stimulating renegade her mother invites to visit Beckett Plantation, even if she doesn’t approve of his profession. When the opportunity to seduce Mac arises, Becks takes that chance, planning on one night of passion before the dangerous smuggler leaves. But when she accidentally becomes part of his schemes, she can’t reveal the truth without risking his freedom. Joining him on his ship, Becks will face not just her growing love for Mac but a confrontation with authorities that will threaten their very lives.
Can the two of them reconcile their differences before their future is stolen away?
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But more than just a set of nicely inked forearms, I’m a fan of tattoos that mean something. I’d love the chance to run my fingers over a set of muscles and find out the meaning behind each tattoo, which is—I suppose—why I let my heroine have all the fun in this scene. Because to Mac, each design is intensely personal. He has his mantra inked around one bicep: “Call No Man Master.” He has a compass rose tattooed over his heart, to remind him to not lose direction. And each of his forearms has a something meaningful too:
He only had the one design on the inside of his right forearm: the harsh spikes of the palmetto fronds she’d seen him tracing under the oak tree the other day. But his left was completely covered in complex swirls, extending from the back of his hand up under the sleeve that was rolled to the elbow. She’d thought that they were all black, but there was just enough blue here and there in the design to give it depth and movement. They were utterly fascinating, and Becks wanted to touch them more than anything.
“You haven’t seen many tattoos?” His low rumble was soothing when it should have startled her, and Becks shook her head.
“Why d’you have them?”
“They’re… comforting… They… keep me me.”
“How?” She barely breathed the question.
“Since I was a little boy, I loved the water.” Still tracing the swirls, he looked out over the river and the salt marsh. “I went to sea when I was seventeen and have been all over the world. I thought that I was the sort of man who didn’t need a home and could be happy wherever the wind and water took me.” He looked back down at his left forearm. “A Japanese man did this for me on my first trip through the Indian Ocean. It took weeks. He did a little more each evening.”
“It’s beautiful.” Her fingers itched to touch the ink, feel his skin, and she fisted them on her knees.
He noticed, though. “Do you want to…?” He didn’t finish, but offered his left forearm towards her. They sat facing each other under the Edisto sky, and she didn’t hesitate a heartbeat. She’d been waiting for this moment.
His skin was warm beneath her fingertips, and she thought she saw him shiver. Gently she traced the swirls on his skin, marveling at their smoothness. The action was comforting, calming. “These are waves?”
“Yes.” He didn’t need to speak above a whisper; they were that close.
“And they remind you of the sea. Of being free.”
Mac made a choked noise in the back of his throat then, and she tore her gaze away from his arm to glance at him. He wore the most peculiar expression; shock and hope vying in his eyes. She watched him swallow—admired the way the muscles in his throat corded and relaxed—and then he whispered, “Yes.” Her fingers were still against his skin, and now she laid her entire palm across his forearm, feeling the muscles shift as he closed his fist, but she was unable to look away from the heat in his eyes.
Caroline Lee is what George R.R. Martin once described as a "gardener author"; she delights in creating Barclay Publicity, LLC Author and Book Promotion, Simplified, interesting and lovable characters, and allowing them to lead their own stories. Often they draw the story along to completely unexpected--and wonderful!--places. She considers a story a success if she can re-read it and sigh dreamily... and she wishes the same for you.
A love of historical romance prompted Caroline to pursue her degrees in social history; her Master's Degree is in Comparative World History, which is the study of themes across history (for instance, 'domestication of animals throughout the world,' or 'childhood through history'). Her theme? You guessed it: Marriage throughout world history. Her favorite focus was periods of history that brought two disparate peoples together to marry, like marriage in the Levant during the Kingdom of Jerusalem, or marriage between convicts in colonial New South Wales. She hopes that she's able to bring this love of history-- and this history of love--to her novels.
Caroline is living her own little Happily Ever After with her husband and sons in North Carolina.
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