Saturday, July 29, 2017

Book Tour - Day's Of Desire by Tina Donahue + Giveaway!

Title: Day's Of Desire
Series: Pirate's Prize #2
Author: Tina Donahue
Genre: Erotic Historical Romance
Release Date: July,2017

In a pirate’s lair, nothing is as it seems . . .


When Royce Hastings is found washed up on the shore of a verdant tropical island, he tells the natives he is a merchant headed for Mozambique. 

The truth, however, is far more mercenary. Noble by birth, the once favored Royce has lost his fortune and family; now he is a hired henchman on the trail of an elusive pirate. 

His “shipwreck” was a fake. He’ll stop at nothing to infiltrate the island and capture his prey. His mother and sisters’ lives depend on it. The last thing Royce expects is to be captured himself. 

But the lovely young woman who tends to his wounds in the tropics quickly takes hold of his heart. Simone is the island’s healer, and her skilled ministrations not only awaken his soul but disturb his conscience. 

His path has been predetermined; his identity must remain concealed at all costs. Yet the passion he feels in Simone’s sultry, loving arms cannot be denied. With his loyalties torn, Royce must make an agonizing, unthinkable choice. . .

Simone! Gavra rushed into the bedchamber. We need you. The children went outside before we could stop them. Henri cut his hand. 

Simone grabbed her healing materials and ran after Gavra to the courtyard. Ruined palms and traveler’s trees lay in a heap against the walls. 

Henri’s mother, Fantine, crouched at his side. Pain tightened his small face. He rocked in place on the muddy ground. It hurts.  

Of course it does. Let me see. Carefully, Simone unfolded Henri’s fingers. The superficial wound barely bled. Not so bad. In no time, you’ll be a strong boy again. Gavra. Simone tilted her face. I need fresh water. 

After bathing the wound, she wrapped several healing leaves around it, securing them with a linen strip. She brushed away Henri’s tears and ruffled his dark hair.  

You must be good now and take care not to harm yourself again or make your hand dirty. Can you promise me that? He buried his face in Fantine’s shoulder, his chubby hand on her marriage collar. 

Fantine patted Simone’s arm. Merci. I must warn you, though, the cloth will not stay clean.Simone laughed softly. I promise to fix whatever he does and heal each sickness he has.  

Tristan’s books had taught her much about illnesses and treating wounds even though she couldn’t read and the words were in a language he called Arabic, not the French she knew. He’d translated the passages for her, then wrote them down so Peter could relay the information whenever Simone needed it. 

Tristan’s woman, Diana, had tried to do the same, but she wasn’t yet skilled in French. I used my last leaves on Henri. If anyone else needs me, tell them I have to gather more. 

Today, many would bruise and cut themselves as they cleaned up here and at their own homes. Thus far, the men hadn’t stirred. Few women were about. The evening had been like the others this past week, long with brutal winds and heavy rain keeping everyone frightened or alert. 

Simone lifted her silk cloth above her ankles and stepped over puddles. Past the courtyard walls, snapped branches and overturned trunks partially obstructed the path leading to the point.  

An area where the island men stood guard in all weather, except foul, to make certain pirates or intruders didn’t happen upon the beach.  

The bushes she needed were at the edge. At her approach, bright green lizards skittered into brush. Lemurs watched from overhead branches. She brushed raindrops off her shoulders and pulled her windblown hair back.  

Even after she’d collected leaves here, she’d yet to fill her bag. She padded closer to the path. In the distance, the sea stirred restlessly and glinted wildly beneath the sun.  

Wind hurried clouds away, vegetation lay scattered from the rocky point to the surf, and dead fish and birds littered the beach. Wood piled at one end. The material wasn’t splintered trunks or branches but planks from a ship. 

Not the Lady Lark. Tristan and the men had brought the vessel to safe ground before the storm broke. She edged closer.Two large wooden containers sank in the marshy sand near shore, canvas covering the bottoms. 

Close by, waves washed near a man lying face down, blood on his leg. Simone raced over the path, dodging branches, trunks, insects, and snakes. On her knees at his side, she touched his mouth. 

Warm breath glided out.The gash on his thigh stained the sand bright red. She ripped a strip from her silk cloth, dampened the fabric, then tied it around his leg as tightly as she could to staunch the flow. 

Simone. Gavra looked down from the point. What are you doing? She hurried to the beach and slogged through wet sand, her long hair blowing off her shoulders. Who is he? She stopped at the man’s side, then stepped back. A pirate?  

Not like the ones who had once taken over this island or those who’d come here months ago. This man’s linen shirt and woolen breeches were too fine. 

The same as Tristan wore when he’d returned from his voyages laden with jewels, gold, and silk. If he is a pirate, he must be a captain like Tristan. They dress the same. Or he could be a merchant.  

 Without shoes and stockings? They were surely lost when his boat sank in last night’s storm and he washed up here. Help me turn him over. We can ask him what happened once he wakes up. 

And have him harm us then? No.He can barely breathe. See how he bleeds? If we leave him on the beach, he may die.What is that noise? Chickens?  

Simone didn’t hear anything except this foolish conversation. She gripped his broad shoulders and tugged but couldn’t budge him. He was too tall and powerfully built. Panting, she grabbed Gavra’s silk cloth before her friend could leave. Help me. Then you can run. 

Together, they rolled the man onto his back.Sand clung to his face, bristly cheeks, and chin. Blood dotted a wound on his forehead. Despite his condition, his complexion was bronze not ashy, features virile and handsome. 

 Given his powerful form and strong jaw, Simone guessed him to be Tristan and James’s age. Like them, he looked English. She smoothed his dark brown hair, the few dry locks wonderfully thick and silky. 

Gavra slapped Simone’s hand. What are you doing? Searching for wounds. On his mouth? She stopped stroking his bottom lip. To check if he’s still breathing. I can see he is from where I am.  

His muscular chest rippled each time he exhaled. Short, dark hairs hugged his skin, his tiny brown nipples peeking through. Heat flooded Simone, the warmth surprisingly seductive and strangely welcomed. 

She pushed his shirt open and touched his ribs. Gavra made an impatient noise. What are you searching for now? A broken bone. He might have one. If he did, he would be screaming or dead.  

Simone inched lower to his breeches. Dark hair swirled around his navel and dipped beneath his waistband. She rested her hand on his thigh, its heat and strength evident through the fabric.

Gavra grabbed her arm. Come. We need to tell Capitaine about this. You go. Simone twisted, freeing herself. I have to tend his wound. The laceration was hideous but hopefully not deadly. 

Bring the men back with you to carry him to the stone house. Gavra stopped on the path and looked over. Tristan may say otherwise. 

No. He was a good man. He wouldn’t let anyone die here, not even a pirate, and certainly not a stranger who appeared as civilized as Tristan was.  

Simone dragged several palm fronds to the man’s side. The leaves were large with flat surfaces that had collected rainwater. She ripped his breeches and drawers, cleansed his wound thoroughly, then covered it with her healing leaves.  

What Tristan called periwinkle. Before pirates killed her grandmother, she’d taught Simone about the magic in this plant. 

 Using a wide strip from the stranger’s linen shirt, she covered the leaves and wound as best she could. The bleeding had slowed considerably. However, he needed a poultice and potion to make certain he healed and didn’t lose his leg.  

She touched the silk knotted above his wound, reluctant to untie it yet. Once she’d confirmed he had no other ghastly cuts on his legs, she straightened to examine his arms and scalp. 

 He stared at the cloth tied about her hips, and then her eyes. His were as green as a new leaf, lushly lashed, and quite alert. He clamped her wrist. Her breath caught.  

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First Comes Desire 
(Pirate's Prize #1)

On a lush, secluded island, one passionate adventure leads to another….

Diana Fletcher means business. The beautiful, innocent, reverend’s daughter has traveled all the way to a tropical island off Madagascar on a mission: To find her brother—and to punish the man who drove him to a life of piracy. 

But when she comes face to face with the enemy in question, the handsome, powerfully seductive man is not at all what Diana expected…

Tristan Kent never intended to harm Diana’s brother. A man of humble origins, Tristan claims he tried to save him from another ruthless captain. Diana is desperate to believe he is telling the truth…and that the intoxicating desire that escalates between them is true as well. 

But can she trust him? Or is Tristan’s story—and his heart—nothing more than fool’s gold? Amid the haze of sensual delights and soaring ecstasy Tristan has in store for her, all will be revealed…


Forbidden Desire
(Pirate's Prize #3)

In paradise, the only limits to passion lie in your imagination…

After a life filled with hardship, landing on a lush tropical isle is heaven on earth for mariner Heath Garrison. And it comes complete with two angels who bring out the very devil in him. Identical twins Netta and Aimee are guileless and seductive, living and loving without jealousy. 

Days of longing, nights of carnal bliss make choosing one over the other seem impossible, but hungering for both sisters is taboo.

Aimee and Netta’s devotion to each other helped them survive the vicious pirates who overran their home. Will a virile Englishman come between them now? 

When their enemies return, determined to vanquish the islanders for good, Heath races to save them along with his countrymen. But survival will bring a choice—between the life Heath has known, and a love that changes all their destinies…




Tina Donahue is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary, and historical romance for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publishers Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. 

Three of her erotic novels(Freeing the Beast, Come and Get Your Love, and Wicked Takeover) were Readers' Choice Award winners. Another three of her erotic novels (Adored; Deep, Dark, Delicious; Lush Velvet Nights) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. 

Sensual Stranger, her erotic romance, was chosen Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category) at the French review site, Blue Moon reviews. The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was to created specifically for her erotic romance Lush Velvet Nights. Deep, Dark, Delicious received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition. 

Take Me Away captured second place in the NEC-RWA contest. And The Yearning was honored with an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition. She’s featured in the 2012 Novel and Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.

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