Of course I’m joking here but if you’ve written one book, you know how difficult it is to write a synopsis. Imagine writing one for a six book series.

Well, that’s just what I did tonight. I received a generous offer of a book feature post on an awesome Facebook Page that engages folks on pirates…

Not the kind who steal things like software or Amazon packages but the historical kind that used to terrorize the oceans of the world.

So tell me what you think. Did I do a good job?

Would this synopsis peak your interest?

Let me know in the comments below.

Oddly, I’ve never had to write a synopsis for the entire series before but after considerable thought, I figured, why not start at the beginning of the story?

Caught in the middle of the Golden Age of Piracy, four young women, led by their eldest cousin, Ivory Shepard, have escaped a pirate raid on their farm and bought passage aboard a pirate ship to Port Royal, Jamaica.

With no more than their smarts and their will to carry them, they end up caught in a battle for their lives. They have been betrayed by the ship’s captain and unfortunately realize that as women, they are worse off in this new world than they were in the old one.  

This is their story as told by Ivory Shepard, also known as…The Razor.  

After she builds an alliance with a fiery haired stranger, the adventure truly begins. Each book explores their non-traditional relationships, the lengths she has to go to protect her kin and the internal darkness that haunts her, and yet gives her the grit she needs to survive the true nature of piracy, and rise to a level few women ever have before.

The opening two paragraphs of DEMONS & PEARLS, pretty much sums up where the story goes…

Had I known the repercussions of murdering the captain of a pirate ship, I may have taken the time necessary to rethink the act. However, as I stood over the bloody, lifeless body of Captain Christopher Barclay, as well as no less than seven of his crew, as usual it was too late to change my mind. Change my mind, indeed. As if I had a choice.

As if I’ve ever had a choice that didn’t involve a fight, or at the very least, defending myself against someone hell-bent on destroying me or my kin. I must always follow my instincts, regardless of the fallout of my actions. Had I not done so, I most certainly would not have lived to see the rest of this unspeakable day.