Video Sneak Peek of Book Trailer in Production - Neale Sourna's BECCA DuMAURIER (publishing in 2015)

BECCA DuMAURIER (publishing in 2015), the expanded and extended full novel.

Excerpts  (2 chapters: --- 2 / 2: Becca Escapes to Sea --- 3 / Becca Gets Her Sea Legs) and FILM SHORT VIDEO:

Becca Gets Her Sea Legs_SneakPeek_05-08-2014.mov

Becca
A swashbuckling pirate story, as short story chapters!
Short Stories - Chapter 1 --- 2 --- 3 --- 4 --- 5 --- 6 more

• 1: Becca in the Woods
• 2: Becca Escapes
  to Sea
• 3: Becca Gets Her Sea Legs
• 4: Becca's Faux Honeymoon
• 5: Becca Comes Ashore
• 6: Becca Outlaw's Sea Battle
•  more Becca.Neale-Sourna.com

Becca Comes Ashore, Part 5 by Neale Sourna

Becca Comes Ashore,
Part 5

by Neale Sourna

Donegal Bay, Ireland, 1680s

Despite his carrot red hair, she hadn't seen him, but he'd seen her and recognized her, and had followed, until the wily-eyed Irishman had noticed him, and so he'd slunk from direct sight, letting her go on.

She was alone with a man not her kinsman and most assuredly not her noble, poor husband. He amended that thought to "her noble husband," for to call the fearsome earl "poor" by mistake to his face or in any way it might return to him could prove disastrous. But, he had valuable information, now, and directly sent it by his most trusted and fleet messenger, to the earl—the current whereabouts of his adulterous new countess.

* * * *

Becca laughed and Aidan's gaze pulled back from the surrounding market crowd, to watch her do so, as she watched the cabin boy and his rat terrier run about the cursing vendors like mad to see so many new and interesting things in this Irish bay port. Aidan's gaze captured hers.

"Laughing at me, sir?"

"No. But you're laughing at the boy."

"He likes it when I notice him, although I make him quite nervous. Why is that?"http://www.romantic4ever.com/romantic-fiction/becca-05.html rest of short story / chapter novel excerpt

Becca's Faux Honeymoon, Part 4 by Neale Sourna

Atlantic Ocean near Ireland, 1680s

Faux honeymoon. That was the phrase scurrying around her mind; this time together, sailing, locked in his quarters, lying flesh to flesh in his bunk. Curse him, smirking whenever she called a wall a "wall" not bulkhead, the window "window" not port, and his comfy bunk a "bed."

"Are you listening? Aidan?" He stretched his big body and quirked one drowsy eye open.

"I'm happy and contented, woman, can yah not leave it at that?"

"But I-I know so little about your world, and it is quite a different world, fascinating, all open air and freedom. Granted, I've not been … 'topside,' is it? But…. Oh! What do your men know? Not that I care, as they're not gentlemen, and really, aren't sailors a kind of servant, except those the crown holds in service as virtual slaves, but they'd…. What? Why do you stare at me so?"

"You're quite energetic after bed-ridin', aren't yah?" She shrugged.

"Well, saucy sir, it HAS been a while, since…." Her incredible face saddened, and a part of him

was jealous of her hidden, longing memories of another man.

"You never took a lover, after you were widowed?" She frowned, plainly he'd hit a sore point.

"No. Not 'after' or 'before' nor during. My love, when given, is quite chaste. Surely you understand. I saw the relief on your face when I returned your silver cup."

She saw him wince, then she glanced at it now, it sat across the room in the place of secure honor, where he must plainly be able to see it directly before him whenever he sat to work. Was there another term for a sailor's desk, she'd have to ask, but later, as the cup practically sang in the light that reflected brightly off it like a fierce angel's....http://www.romantic4ever.com/romantic-fiction/becca-04.html