Do you like stories with pirates? If the answer is no, then you can leave and go do something else other than read the rest of this.
Have the strange people gone? Yes? Good. Well here we are then.
I wrote a book. It’s an action/adventure/mystery/romance in the theme of fantasy steampunk. Quite a mouthful right? Really it’s just a rollicking good story about our heroine Larissa, her counterpart - a reticent yet highly skilled fighter named Holt - her genius engineer friend Cid, and a cat.
The first book The Machine is where the story starts and really you need to read that before you can read book two, The Pirate. It’s available now for only .99 (or equivalent currency in your location).
You go read that now and come back to me here, I’ll wait…
You go read that now and come back to me here, I’ll wait…
Now that’s out of the way, you want to find out what happens next don’t you? Well lucky you. Book 2, The Pirate is out on 29th February. The same team are off on yet another adventure. Poor Larissa has a bit too much to handle on her plate, and now that she has become the Captain of the pirate airship all responsibility falls squarely on her shoulders. I do like to torture my poor characters. It’s good for them (at least that’s what I keep trying to tell them. I’m not sure they agree.)
The story is fast paced, action packed, funny in places and a compelling page-turner. There’s never a dull moment in my books because who wants to write/read dull stuff? Not me, and presumably not you either.
Here’s a little sneak peak for you:
“Set the five-minute fuse going and place the bomb in the middle cell. It’s far enough away from the furnace room that it won’t destroy the ship, and far enough away from Barton not to kill him.”
“Not wanting to slaughter your way off the ship today, huh?”
“These men are only following orders.” Holt cast a wistful glance up the stairs. “Most of them, anyway. Set the next fuse when we get to the mid-deck and leave it in the staircase so the explosion doesn’t catch any of the black powder. The last two we’ll light when we’re about to get up top. How do we get off?”
“These men are only following orders.” Holt cast a wistful glance up the stairs. “Most of them, anyway. Set the next fuse when we get to the mid-deck and leave it in the staircase so the explosion doesn’t catch any of the black powder. The last two we’ll light when we’re about to get up top. How do we get off?”
“The pirate ship is sailing aft. It’s…invisible.”
“Invisible.”
“We’ll have to jump.”
“We’ll have to jump.”
“Into thin air,” Holt said.
“It’ll be there,” she tried for reassurance as she held the bomb with the longest fuse up to a gas lamp to light it. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince Holt or herself.
“Who’s piloting?” Holt asked.
“It’ll be there,” she tried for reassurance as she held the bomb with the longest fuse up to a gas lamp to light it. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince Holt or herself.
“Who’s piloting?” Holt asked.
“Cid.”
Holt gave a grunt in response. It was not a grunt of approval.
“You think you can make it with those still attached?” she asked, pointing to his chains.
“Too late to worry about that now.” He nodded at the bomb.
“You think you can make it with those still attached?” she asked, pointing to his chains.
“Too late to worry about that now.” He nodded at the bomb.
Larissa jumped a little as she suddenly realized that the clock was ticking. She rushed to the middle of the corridor and placed the small bomb through the bars of one of the cells and chanced a quick glance at her pocket watch.
“Five minutes,” she whispered, heading back to Holt, who’s already started up the stairs. He’d collected a short-sword from the Captain and carried it in both his hands. Larissa would have doubted the ability of most men to be effective being so restricted. Holt was not like most men.
“What if we see people?” she whispered as they ascended.
“There are sixty-two men aboard. I would find it odd if we did not see anyone.”
“I mean what do we do if people see us?”
He turned back and cast an appraising glance over her. “Do not let people see you.”
“Five minutes,” she whispered, heading back to Holt, who’s already started up the stairs. He’d collected a short-sword from the Captain and carried it in both his hands. Larissa would have doubted the ability of most men to be effective being so restricted. Holt was not like most men.
“What if we see people?” she whispered as they ascended.
“There are sixty-two men aboard. I would find it odd if we did not see anyone.”
“I mean what do we do if people see us?”
He turned back and cast an appraising glance over her. “Do not let people see you.”
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E.C. Jarvis is a professional bean-counter (accountant) and semi-professional word spewer (author). She once got the two confused – it was not pretty. Born, raised and currently living in England. Over the years, E.C. Jarvis has managed to accumulate a husband, a daughter, and a cat.
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