New Release | Sanctuary: The Pirates of the Eastern Shore by Morgan Malone #historicalromance #pirateromance #gayromance #romance #newrelease
- N. N. Light
- Apr 28
- 5 min read
Title: Sanctuary: The Pirates of the Eastern Shore
Author: Morgan Malone
Genre: Historical Romance. Gay Romance
Book Blurb:
On a small island nestled in the Caribbean, a fortunate few have found respite from the sea and refuge from their past. Sanctuary.
Captain Sebastian Renaud has embarked on his first voyage in command of the Ebony Lion, as Captain Sin—leader of the fierce Pirates of the Eastern Shore. Setting sail across the mighty Atlantic to pursue his own fortune and fame, Sebastian also seeks release from his unrequited love for Mathias Alden, former captain of the mighty Lion, and now husband to Denise, his childhood sweetheart. Sanctuary.
Sir Pembroke Marlowe received a hidden treasure in parley with a treacherous pirate who stole his great pirate ship, Satan’s Mermaid and his pirate name, Redbeard. Pembroke was left alive, with a few of his loyal men, a worn sloop, and an uninhabited island. Sanctuary.
On his return from his maiden voyage, a violent hurricane wrests Sebastian from the helm of the Lion and sends him into the sea, where he drifts, unconscious, until the sea tosses him out of its grip, into the arms of his childhood sweetheart, the survivor of a violent assault, who has herself found protection on the sheltered island. Sanctuary.
Of the many shocks that await Sebastian as he recovers—and Pembroke, as he discovers the castaway—is the immediate and unexplained attraction each feels for the other. Given the times, neither has ever truly known the love of another man. They fight to conceal their troubled feelings, even as Pembroke works desperately to help Sebastian find his lost ship. Both know that success may mean the loss of their great love, leaving them once again alone. Sanctuary.
Set in post-revolutionary America, the Caribbean, and the Barbary Coast, Sanctuary is the second of the historical pirate romances in Morgan Malone’s new series: The Pirates Of The Eastern Shore.
Excerpt:
As soon as Pembroke’s sloop had been tied up at Sanctuary’s dock, Dominick had alerted him to the extent of the storm’s impact on Sanctuary, including the gift from the sea of a near-dead man that Seraphina had been nursing night and day. Pembroke made haste to the house, striding swiftly down the colonnade to the bedroom near the kitchen.
What he saw when he entered the room halted him in his tracks. His housekeeper—his “mistress”—seemed to be sound asleep, her cheek resting on the hand of quite possibly the most stunning man Pembroke had ever seen. Given his physical condition, his partially shaved head with a wide white bandage covering part of his forehead, cracked lips, bruises and cuts on his torso, and a long scar cutting across his waist, Pembroke shook his own head at his immediate physical—lustful—reaction to the sleeping dark angel.
As he paused, still stunned at his arousal, his breath caught when, while she slept, Seraphina’s hand reached out to rest on the sleeping man’s leg, in a gesture that tore at his heart. Who was this man to elicit such a response from the woman he had cared for and loved for eight years? A woman who never touched anyone—who shied away from contact with everyone, save her son and Tante Marie?
Compelled, he quietly stepped further into the room. Poor Seraphina looked exhausted, and he thought to rouse her and send her to her own quarters, with the notion that he would sit with the sleeping patient. Pembroke moved to the foot of the bed and stopped, gazing hungrily upon the shipwrecked stranger, his eyes following the slopes and valleys of the man’s body from his feet, up powerful thighs, across a flat belly and a broad decorated chest, along the cords of his throat and the jut of his whiskered chin, the full lips and the long nose to…the man’s eyes were open! Coal black orbs stared at him, a flare lighting their depths at Pembroke’s presence.
The man’s tongue tentatively licked his cracked and swollen lips and Pembroke stared at his thick neck as he tried to swallow, once, twice. Then he found his voice, though it was only a raw whisper.
“You. It is you. Mathias. Mathias, my love. You found me.” A tear slid out of one of his now-closed eyes, trailing across his cheek. And he slept once more.
The sound stirred Seraphina from her slumber. She blinked and lifted her head, arching what must be an aching back. When she saw Pembroke standing at the foot of the bed, a tired smile graced her face, and she made to rise.
He motioned her to stay in her seat. Before she could speak, he held up his hand to silence her. Glancing down at the man resting peacefully on his guestroom bed, he whispered, “He spoke. Just now.”
She started and reached for the man’s hand, for his face. But stopped when Pembroke continued.
“He called me Mathias. His love. And smiled that I had found him. It was the sweetest voice I had ever heard. Before he fell asleep, he shed one tear.”
Pembroke looked closely at Seraphina, then, at the tears slipping down her cheeks, at the wonder in her eyes.
“Who is this man that makes you weep? Who is this man who you touch with such affection, you who have never touched another man since you came to Sanctuary? And who, by all the saints in heaven, is Mathias?”
“His name is Sebastian Renaud. We grew up together on Nevis. His mother was my mother’s seamstress and only friend—the kindest, most beautiful woman I ever knew. He taught me to skip rocks, fish, and swim when we were children. And, when I became a young woman, he taught me to kiss.” Her eyes strayed to Sebastian’s face and Pembroke’s gaze followed.
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Author Biography:
Morgan Malone has been reading romance since the age of twelve, when she first snuck her mother’s copy of The Saracen Blade under the covers to read by flashlight. An award-winning published author of fiction by the age of eight, Morgan waited fifty years, including thirty as an Administrative Law Judge for a small New York State agency, to pen her next work of fiction. Now retired from her legal career, Morgan lives near Saratoga Springs, N.Y. with a backyard full of birds. And squirrels, rabbits and chipmunks. When not writing later-in-life romance about men and women who fall in love for the last, or maybe the first, time in their lives, Morgan is penning romantic memoirs or painting watercolors. She travels frequently with her daughter, a Clinical Psychologist, and shares fun family times with her son-a realtor, her daughter-in-law-a nurse, and her two delightful grandsons, who live nearby.
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