The Puritan Pirate: Master and Mate, #1
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A strait-laced lieutenant. A free-living pirate. Enemies from the first.
Perry is outraged when his tyrannical commodore orders him to join the Brethren of the Coast. Sailing with wicked, godless pirates undermines his dignity as a lieutenant in King Charles II's navy. Not to mention flies in the face of his Puritan principles. But disobeying his orders will ruin his career, and he reluctantly enlists with the Black Wolf, a notorious pirate captain.
The first person he meets aboard his new ship is Gabriel Quinn, the Master of Sail. The most beautiful man he's ever seen. Dismayed and flustered by his desire, he blurts out a shocking insult. From that moment, there can be nothing between them but bitter hatred.
But one night in a rowdy Port Royal tavern, he stumbles into danger—and straight into Quinn's arms. Finally Perry accepts the truth. Only a pirate can give him the fierce love he's always dreamt of…
Gay historical romance from the Golden Age of Piracy, set in the world of Radcliffe's epic Pirates of Port Royal series.
Jules Radcliffe
Jules Radcliffe writes historical MM and MMF romances. Published works include the Love’s Pursuit series, the Pirates of Port Royal series, the Chevaliers and Charlatans series, and a collaboration with Stephanie Lake. Currently living near the beach in the sub-tropics of Australia, Jules shares a house with an unconventional family and misses cold winters.
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The Puritan Pirate - Jules Radcliffe
Pirates of Port Royal – a note on reading order
The Pirates of Port Royal series is actually three intertwined series, which take place in the 1660s Caribbean. Within each series the books should be read in order, but each series can be read in any order as there are no significant spoilers. However, if you want to read the books in chronological order, below is a short explainer.
Pirates of Port Royal series – 1664–1667
Each of these novels is about a different couple and their romance. At least one main character either sails aboard the Audacious or is connected to her captain, the Black Wolf.
Master and Mate series – 1663–1665
This series chronicles Perry and Quinn’s ongoing saga in which they tangle with English, French, and Spanish spies, wrestle with the clash between loyalty and duty, and explore their limits in love.
Chevaliers and Charlatans – 1661
A serial story about Polly and Ty, two pirates aboard the Audacious. Find out how they met and fell in love, how they became pirates, and why they’re so loyal to the Black Wolf.
The chronological order is as follows:
A Chevalier in Deed
A Scoundrel in Silk
Castaways in the Caribbees
Pirate’s Promise
The Puritan Pirate
Pirate Master
The Penitent Pirate
Pirate Booty
Pirate Betrayal (coming 2025)
Map: Port Royal
Pirate Articles
Chapter One
REACHING FOR THE GLASS ONION, Perry knocked over his mug. He watched it roll along the scarred table, fall off the edge, and smash on the floor. Shards of clay scattered in all directions.
Bollocks.
No mending it now. Why bother with the blasted mug anyway? Even before he had knocked the cursed thing to the ground, there had been a cursed great chip in the rim. He picked up the bottle and shook it, but if anything sloshed, the noise was drowned out by boisterous chatter and scraping fiddles. Lifting it up to the lantern hanging from the ceiling, he squinted in the smoky air. Could be empty. Could be a mouthful or two left. The glass was too dark to be sure.
He lifted the bottle to his lips, tipping his head further and further back. A dribble missed his mouth and ran down his face. He set the bottle down—well, it slipped from his grasp and landed on the table with a thump, rocking for a few seconds. Unlike the mug, glass onions were sturdy and did not easily tip over. And sure enough, after a moment, it settled on its wide base.
Wiping his wet cheek on his sleeve, he contemplated the raucous crowd with a surly eye. The bar was on the other side of that heaving mass. More rum meant pushing his way through all those hot, sweaty bodies.
A pitcher slapped down on the table. Perry blinked owlishly at the fingers gripping the jug handle. He dragged his eyes over the hand, up a muscled arm, across a nice pair of shoulders. A boyish chin. Pouty lips made for kissing. Flirty blue eyes. The owner of all this prettiness spoke, but his words were lost in the tavern’s clamour. Perry shrugged and shook his head.
Like half the pirates of Port Royal, the stranger wore a jerkin unbuttoned over his loose shirt, and the red breeches of a sailor were tucked into his boots. Yet something—what, Perry could not put a finger on—told him the man was no pirate. The stranger settled on the bench and slid across to lean against him. Body firm and warm, as long as his own. A hand slipped beneath the table and found his thigh, stroking up the inside. He did not press back. Nor did he object. Was this not what he had come here for?
His new companion filled mugs from the pitcher and pushed one in front of him. The brew within came nearly to the top, the murky surface reflecting the lamplight overhead. Hard to say what it was. Probably rum punch, the ubiquitous drink of the Port Royal taverns. He gulped a mouthful.
Liquid etched a path down his throat and dropped like acid into his gullet. He wheezed a cough, and then screwed up his face at the aftertaste, musty and bitter. Not punch. Not neat spirit either, though rum’s hot sweetness dominated.
A hand landed on his shoulder with a startling thump. A voice murmured in his ear, sending a shiver down his neck. Captain’s asking to see you.
He knew that lilting brogue all too well. Tilting his head, he met a pair of brilliant eyes. Hair, rich mahogany in the dim light, was tied back at the man’s nape. Several strands hung loose about his face, untidy yet pleasing. And seductive. How tempting to reach out, to wind a silken lock around one finger. The end of a strand tickled Perry’s face. His heart leapt, but he flinched from that intimate touch.
Your captain or mine?
He paused, his brain dragging itself through molasses. Pox on her if it’s yours. I’m not at her back and call.
Drunk, are you? You’d never be so uncivil about herself otherwise.
Through his haze, Perry felt a pang of shame. He opened his mouth, intending to take back the words—until Master Gabriel Quinn favoured him with that condescending smile. The one that always sent his heart racing. Racing with anger, not desire.
Go to hell,
he snapped, and turned back to his drink.
A rich laugh teased his entire body. Without even looking, Perry could see that face, lit from within by merriment. He knew Quinn’s every expression. He could have drawn the features from memory. Eyes an autumnal forest of green and copper and brown. Cheekbones he could sharpen a blade on. Straight, haughty nose; finely chiselled jaw; shapely yet masterful mouth. A face beautiful enough to take a man’s breath away.
With sullen defiance, he lifted the nearly-full mug to his lips. Time he worked on getting really drunk.
The hand came down on his shoulder again, harder this time. Liquor splashed his shirt and slopped onto the table. "Your captain is the one wanting you. I do believe you’re at his beck and call, boyo."
God’s blood, I’m t-two and twenty. I’m not a boy.
Then stop acting like one. Best be coming along.
At a whisker over five eleven, Perry was taller than many men, but the master was built on magnificent lines. And though Quinn was only two, mayhap three years his elder, Perry did feel like a boy next to him. Short and scrawny and insignificant.
The last thing he wanted was to present himself to his captain, although the Black Wolf must know what state his second officer was in by this time. But Perry’s obedience to authority was too deeply ingrained. He lurched to his feet, clutching the table when his knees wobbled. More drunk than he thought.
He threw back his shoulders and balanced on his toes to make himself taller. And still had to look up to meet Quinn’s eyes. His head spun, and he swayed, plumping back on his heels. The master put an arm out to hold him steady. All unconscious, he leaned into it, but as he did so caught a glimpse of a mocking sneer. He thrust out his chin and shook off Quinn’s hand.
Why don’t you all hang yourselves and leave me be,
he said petulantly.
A hand latched onto his other arm, startling him. He had forgotten the existence of his drinking companion. He turned, staring at the pleasing face which, in lesser company, would be quite handsome. Next to Quinn, the boyish chin looked weak, the eyes shallow. The lips Perry had thought so kissable were thrust into a childish pout. How had found the man so fetching?
Hoy!
said the stranger heatedly. This one’s with me.
Quinn looked down from his superior height. Is he now? Sure, he doesn’t seem to think so. He’s ready to leave with me.
Not going anywhere with you,
grumbled Perry.
The stranger draped an arm across Perry’s shoulders. See? He ain’t going. Just who do you think you are?
The sailing master raised cleanly arched brows. I’d have thought you of all men would know who I am.
Don’t be daft, course I know you.
The stranger’s snort echoed in Perry’s head, and he flinched as a bead of spittle hit his cheek. "Just a turn of phrase is all. You’re Gabe Quinn of the Defiant."
And you’re Diver Pete—pardon me, I mean Peter Forker. Of the…
Quinn’s sneer taunted. Oh, you no longer have a ship, do you?
No sword,
said Perry suddenly.
Quinn blinked, looking baffled. What’s that you’re saying?
No pistols either. Means he’s not a pirate.
Perry smiled, pleased his instinct had been right.
Never said I was,
said Forker. "But what do you care? Just acos some French shrew made him her sailing master don’t make him no better