Two words: Immortal Pirates. It doesn't get better than that! Sexy, spicy, and so much fun--I can't wait for the next one! - Alyssa Day, NY Times bestselling author
Skye Olson is a psychic like her mother, and her grandmother before her, but a bad break up with the man she thought was her soulmate has left her confidence in her abilities shaken. While she's in crisis, a real estate tycoon from Atlanta swoops in with his eyes on her shop.
Colton Hayes spent his mortal life plundering royal ships with his pirate crew, but one holy relic changed everything. Now he and the rest of the crew protect the port of Savannah from their captain who traded his cutlass for a fountain pen.
When Colton discovers the captain wants to build a hotel in the heart of historic Savannah, he sets out to stop him, but nothing could prepare him for the sexy smile and violet eyes of the Magnolia Mystic.
Magnolia Mystic was previously a part of the Magnolias&Moonshine collection.
Each book in the Sentinels of Savannah series is STANDALONE:
* Magnolia Mystic
* Pirate's Passion
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"Pirates, or privateers as they sometimes called themselves, were actually very democratic. Everyone got a cut and the entire crew elected their Captain and Quartermaster ..."
The tour guide's voice faded as Skye Olson made her way toward the stern of the ship. She didn't come onboard to listen to pirate stories. Growing up in Savannah, she'd heard all of them before, even the faint whispers of the pirate spirits that still walked among them. She was grateful every day that she couldn't hear the dead.
She'd have to move away.
But the past few weeks had her thinking along those lines anyway. Catching glimpses of the future was her trade, she'd grown up with the sight, but somehow she'd been blindsided when she discovered Curt had been living a double life.
The deceit, and her lack of foresight, had shaken her to the core. How could she offer guidance to her clients if she couldn't even protect herself?
She stared down at the Savannah River. The water was always changing, just like the boats that had come and gone from this port for centuries. Was it telling her to cast her sails to the wind and get a new start?
Last year she never would have imagined pondering that question. Indecisiveness used to be foreign to her.
She twisted the ring on her finger until it slid free. The engagement — the entire relationship — had been built on lies. Expensive, costly lies. She gripped the ring tight in her fist. She'd left her shop this morning determined to toss it into the moving water.
But now ...
"Tour's up on the bow." A tall shadow fell over her.
She didn't take her eyes off the river. "I know, thanks." His boots thumped on the deck behind her. "I wasn't givin' directions."
She sighed and glanced over her shoulder. Her gaze traveled up his body, way up, to focus on his dark eyes. "I just need a minute."
He shook his head, crossing his tan, muscled arms over his broad chest. "Plenty of minutes are available with the tour. This area's off-limits."
He was just doing his job, but her tolerance for men was at an all-time low at the moment. "I'm not going to touch anything."
His eyes moved to her feet and back to her face. "Seems you already are."
Heat burned in her cheeks. "What is it with you men thinking you can just make a law and judge us when we question it?" She jammed the ring into the pocket of her jeans. "I'm sick of your shit. So if you want me to move, you'll have to do it yourself."
He raised a brow. "You finished?"
His calm only fueled the tempest inside her. "No, actually, I don't think I am." She matched his posture: chest out, arms crossed. "My family's been in Savannah since it was settled. I know the pirate stories, and I didn't buy a ticket for a tour and 'swearing in' ceremony under the pirate mast. Forgive me for wanting a few minutes peace with the Savannah River." He pointed to a sign.
Area is for Crew Only
A spark lit in his eyes. "If you'd been sworn in, you might be able to sway me to let you stay."
She blew out a frustrated breath, her hands falling to her sides. "Look, I just wanted to toss my engagement ring into the river without getting arrested for littering. I figured no one would see me from up here."
He relaxed his stance a little. "Must be an idiot to allow a fiery lass like you to get away."
"Please don't get flirty." She rolled her eyes. "I'm not in the mood."
A hint of a smile curved his lips. "Wasn't flirtin', just stating a fact." He glanced over his shoulder. "Speaking of facts, you should pawn the ring. Feedin' gold to the fish won't cure heartache."
"Sage wisdom from a guy working on a pirate ship for tourists."
His jaw tightened, but he didn't take the bait. "Time to rejoin your tour."
She chuckled. "Whatever they're paying you for security, it's not enough."
"It's my boat. My rules."
She lifted her hand to shield her eyes from the sun as she peered up at him. "You own the Sea Dog?"
Skye took a step back toward the railing. He couldn't be much over thirty, if that. And the massive Spanish galleon ship had to be worth ... more than she'd ever seen. "Wow. You come from old money?"
He tightened the knot on the bandana covering his head. "Something like that." He tipped his head at the main deck. "Tour's almost over."
"Fine." She narrowed her eyes. "Thanks for nothing."
She stomped across the deck to the tour group, taking satisfaction in the clunking of her boots on the hard wood. Men and their freaking toys. The masts snapped above her head, pristine without a single rip or tear.
Okay, so this was an incredibly well-loved, amazing, historic toy, but still.
She crossed the gangplank after the tour, glancing over her shoulder just in time to catch the hottie pirate climbing up the riggings toward the lookout at the top of the mast. Sweat had his period appropriate shirt glued to him like a second skin.
God bless him, his back and shoulders were so chiseled, Michelangelo would be jealous.
Forcing herself to stop staring, she dropped the ring into the river from the plank. Not nearly as dramatic as she'd envisioned, but the deed was done. She was moving on.
* * *
Cold sweat sent a shiver down Colton's back as he lifted the spyglass. She had violet eyes and a fiery heart, just like the sorceress had predicted. Her reading failed to mention it would take two hundred years for the woman to cross his path.
He watched her move down River Street until she vanished into the crowd. He put the spyglass down and leaned his forearms on the railing. He'd given up waiting for her within a few years, and decades later forgot the witch's prophecy altogether.
But the second the trespasser with auburn hair and violet eyes looked up at him, the old woman's voice echoed through his mind, like she'd been lurking in the shadows as the centuries passed, just waiting.
A woman with violet eyes will signal the beginning and ending of your life.
He wasn't even sure what it meant. He couldn't die, and while he technically still existed, he wasn't sure it was really living. The only time he experienced the breathless rush of being alive was out on the open sea with the waves pitching the ship. Those moments when Davy Jones breathed on the back of his neck were brief reminders of what his life had been.
Back when dying was still an option.
Colton scrambled over the wall of the crow's nest, ignoring the tourists on the shore cheering and taking videos with their phones. No one climbed riggings anymore. It was a lost art once engines replaced the winds of the gods.
Milestones like that widened the separation between him and the people of this era. A buzz from his pocket surprised him. His grip slipped on the rope. He slid for a couple feet, the ropes burning his hands as he caught himself.
"Fuck," he growled.
Damned cell phones. He'd resisted them for years, but now that he'd opened his ship to tour groups, it was a necessary evil.
He hooked one arm on the rigging and jerked the cell out of his pocket. "Yeah?"
"Colton? It's John."
He frowned. John hated cell phones even more than Colton did. "Something wrong?"
"Eli was driving to Atlanta to meet the Captain about our counter proposal to his hotel plans for Savannah."
"Yeah, I remember." Colton glanced over his shoulder at the gawking tourists and growled. "Can this wait? I'm a few feet above the deck at the moment."
"He was in a car accident."
Colton groaned. "So we'll get him a new car."
"Ye don't understand." His true lineage leaked into his voice. "His injuries aren't healing, Quartermaster."
Colton frowned, glancing at the raw skin on his palm.
"What do you mean, not healing?"
"He was airlifted to the hospital. I'll meet you there."
Colton stuffed the phone into his pocket and monkeyed down the last few feet of the rigging and dropped to the deck.
His head was spinning. He stared at his unhealed hands.
Could this damned curse finally be coming to an end?
After checking the anchor line and locking down the helm, he crossed to the mainland. He needed to talk to the rest of the crew. Now.
The drive was a blur. Colton jogged from the parking lot into the hospital. At the information desk, he struggled to remember Eli's last name.
They changed them every fifty years or so.
"I'm looking for ... Eli McShane?"
The woman behind the desk checked her computer and peered up at him with an obviously well-practiced gentle smile. "He's on the fifth floor. Room 523."
"Appreciate it, lass." He was halfway to the elevator before he noticed his slip. For the most part, no one would ever guess he wasn't born in 1985 like it stated on his driver's license, but when he was stressed or angry, his years aboard a pirate ship often colored his speech.
The lights flashed overhead, counting the floors. He glanced down at his hands. They were still raw and they ached.
For years, he'd prayed for this day, but now that it might be staring him in the face ... the woman with the violet eyes appeared in his mind. He didn't even know her name.
The doors parted, offering him a respite from his own thoughts. He followed the sign and rounded the corner to 523.
"I'll be damned," he whispered.
Eli was unconscious with wires and tubes running everywhere. Pins poked through the cast on his right leg, and his face was covered in cuts.
John looked up at him. "Worse than cannon fire."
Colton pulled his eyes off the patient to the others. John rested his elbows on his knees, concern lining his dark eyes. He'd been the noblest boatswain Colton had ever sailed with. He was also the one who had sent Eli to Atlanta.
"Wasn't your fault, John." Colton shook his head. "Eli always drove those fast cars like a man who couldn't die."
"Might be changin'." Over by the window, One-Eyed Bob held up a bandaged hand. "Cut my finger slicing tomatoes. Nearly bled out waitin' for it to heal."
Bob was the best damned cook on the seven seas, and a fine pirate. Now he owned his own restaurant.
Colton nodded. "Something's not right, that's for damned sure." He glanced at Eli and then back to the others. "If Eli never delivered our proposal, you figure the Captain is already in Savannah?"
John straightened up in his chair with a shrug. "Probably. He's a tenacious dog when he sets his eye on a treasure he's got no right to."
"Fuck." Colton shook his head. "He's only got one property left to claim." He ran a hand down his face. "Okay. I'll see if I can find him. What's the word on Eli's injuries?"
John looked over at Bob, then back to Colton. "They figure he sat in that car overnight with head trauma. Can't tell us if he'll be the same Eli if he wakes."
Colton blew out a breath and approached Eli's bedside. He covered the younger man's hand with his. "You hear me, gunner? It's your Quartermaster. I expect you to get your ass back to the land of the living so you can help us figure this out. If the curse is ending, it's not starting with you. Understand?"
He squeezed Eli's hand and went back to the door. "Call me if he opens his eyes."
"Aye." John nodded, his gaze locked on their fallen friend.
One-Eyed Bob followed him out to the hallway, keeping his voice hushed. "Maybe we need another hit of the cup. We could bring it to young Eli."
Colton froze, his eyes narrowing while his voice was barely a whisper. "You would seriously take another drink from that cursed cup?" He pointed toward Eli's room. "That boy in that bed looks to be three and twenty, but you and I both know he hasn't been young in centuries." Colton shook his head. "Until we know his wishes, you keep that grail hidden."
"Aye." His good eye was still bright green, his body perpetually elderly. "Given the choice, I'd like another swallow."
Colton's eyes widened. "Haven't you grown weary of this world? Every day it leaves us further behind."
One-Eyed Bob grinned, exposing a new bridge of straight white teeth. "Aye, but cooking never stagnates. New food, spices, and machines. Why would I allow myself to fade away?"
Colton ran a sore hand down his face. "Don't you ever get lonely, old man?"
He swiped the air. "I got plenty of ladies, Quartermaster."
"Flesh is always plentiful, but what happens when a warm body in your bed is no longer enough?" This conversation was getting him nowhere. "Watch Eli. I'll handle the Captain."CHAPTER 2
Skye cut the deck of tarot cards and slid one out from the middle. Again, the two of cups. "Are you shitting me? Seriously?"
She pushed her chair back and stood up, resisting the urge to wipe all the cards off the table. Picking up all seventy-eight wasn't nearly as cathartic as throwing them on the floor.
She'd been drawing the same card for months. It wasn't always the first, but it turned up in every spread, every time. Two become one. In her deck, the card pictured a man and woman exchanging cups under a wedding canopy.
That damned card had blinded her to Curt's darker side. She'd been so sure he was the "one" that she'd secretly been thumbing through bridal magazines and naming their unborn children. Meanwhile, the thief was skimming from her books and merchandise.
A knock came on the door, and she glanced at the clock. Wishful thinking. She still had another hour until she turned off the neon palm in her window.
She tidied up her cards and went to the door. "Can I help you?"
A tall, slender man, maybe in his forties, with bright copper hair and a well-manicured beard to match stood outside. No sign of the grey she started coloring on her twenty-fifth birthday.
His gaze wandered from the tips of her worn buccaneer boots, to her custom tailored frock coat, and all the way up to the bandana covering her head.
A smile curved on his lips. "The Magnolia Mystic is a pirate. How charming."
She bit her cheek to keep from telling him off. Maybe the run-in with the pirate from the Sea Dog still had her on edge. "Pirates and ghosts are all the rage in Historic Savannah, and I don't look nearly as good in sheets."
A red brow shot up, and a twinkle lit his bright blue eyes. "I highly doubt that ... may I call you Skye?"
A chill ran down her back. "How did you know my name?"
He held up his phone. "Yelp, I'm afraid. You've garnered many glowing reviews. Apparently you're not a swindler like so many others."
Now he was starting to piss her off. Yes, there were some psychics hoping to con people out of a few bucks, but thieves were everywhere. And now she was back to thinking about Curt. Damn it.
She gestured to the worn oak table in the middle of the room. "I close soon, so if you'd like a reading, we'd better get started."
He took the chair across from her, but all his attention was focused on the table. He ran his hand along the holes in the center like he was caressing fine silk.
His eyes locked on hers. "This isn't a table, it's a windlass from a ship." His eyes wandered over the wood. "We used them to raise the anchor."
He jolted a little and started to nod. "Yes. Years ago." He shook his head. "Where did you find this?"
She shuffled her cards. "It's been in my family for generations. It came off a shipwreck just outside the mouth of the Savannah River."
For a moment, his expression went distant. She cleared her throat and cut the tarot deck. "What kind of guidance are you looking for?"
He raised his gaze, his well-worn cloak of self-confidence sliding back into place. "I'm actually not in search of any."
He plucked a business card out of his coat pocket and placed it in front of her. "I came to discuss the purchase of your property."
"What?" She studied the card, then stared at the man across the table. "Wow. Sorry you came all the way down from Atlanta, Ian, but my shop isn't for sale."
His lips curved into a self-assured smirk. "Everyone has a price. I'd like to know yours."
She shook her head. "I'm not interested."
He leaned in. "You haven't even heard my offer yet." He glanced around the shop and back to her. "I could give you enough money to retire on, or you could find a new location if you'd like."
She drew her cards in closer to her. "I'm happy with this location. Thanks."
He shook his head. "Let me buy you dinner. We can discuss this further."
"It wouldn't matter how much you're offering. The Magnolia Mystic isn't for sale."
He removed his wallet and placed a hundred dollar bill on the table. "Perhaps I'll have that reading now."
Skye shuffled her deck again. His business card taunted her. She'd heard of Ian Flynn. Who hadn't? He was one of the largest real estate developers in the state.
And he wanted her shop.
She turned up the cards, her own thoughts fading away as she tapped into her gift. When she finished his reading, she lifted her eyes. The intensity in his gaze sent a chill down her spine.(Continues…)
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We’re introduced to the colourful crew of the Sea Dog in the opening novella to Lisa Kessler’s Sentinels of Savannah series, and if Magnolia Mystic is any indication of what’s to come, I’m on board. “He’d been twenty-nine years old when he drank from the grail in 1795, and he hadn’t physically aged another year since.” As is often the case with shorter reads, there’s not a great deal I can divulge without dropping spoilers but what I will say is psychic, Skye Olson may have sworn off men, but when Colton Hayes walks into her life her willpower soon flies out of the window and they waste little time acting on the chemistry zipping between them. “You do make a sexy pirate.” Outside of the romance the foundations have been laid for an ongoing storyline as this group of men—who have already displayed a fabulous rapport—go on the hunt for the missing relic that granted them their immortality. Looking forward to seeing where their travels lead them.
I have yet to pick up a book by this author and not be completely satisfied. To let you know what I mean by that, I don’t generally read straight romance as it is not one of my go-to genres, even the paranormal romances. Yes, I do read them from time to time, but this author is one that I know that no matter what I read, I will find a sweet, loving, caring romance that is well-written, has an engrossing plot, and with never a dull moment even if romance isn’t something I really look for in a book. I love the characters in this book, and I love how individual they all are. This is a novella to the start of a new series, and I for one can’t wait to see what each of the characters we were introduced in this one are going to get up to to find the stolen treasure and true love. You can’t go wrong with this one if you love great romance! Highly recommend! I was provided the e-book which I voluntarily reviewed.
Actions have consequences. Colton Hayes spent his mortal life plundering royal ships with his pirate crew until he and his crew steal an object that curses them with immortality. Sure it gives you time to build a fortune and learn new and wonderful things but what is life without love? When psychic Skye Olson becomes a bone of contention between Colton (he wants her as a woman) and the captain (he wants her property) maybe she will end up being their redemption. A sweet fun escape that will leave you longing for the high seas.
4.5 Stars Lisa Kessler is my go to paranormal romance author. There have been times when I’ve been in a reading funk and she’s managed to pull me out. Magnolia Mystic did just that. Magnolia Mystic is the first book in Lisa’s Sentinels of Savannah series. The series is about a group of pirates cursed to live for eternity, because they drunk from and stole the Holy Grail. For over two hundred years, these pirates have lived amongst us in Savannah, changing their appearances with the times. But times are changing, and not in the way the pirates are use to. “A woman with violet eyes will signal the beginning and ending of your life.” For over two hundred years, Colton Hayes has been waiting for the sorceress’s prediction to come true. In all truth, he was starting to believe the witch was wrong. But Skye Olson, the woman with the violet eyes, has been within walking distance for years. In fact, her family’s shop the Magnolia Mystic has been in the same location since the 1800’s. Skye is a psychic as was her mother before her, and her mother before her and so on. Destiny has brought Colton and Skye together. Skye is the first woman to truly capture Colton’s attention in years. For the first time in a long time, he actually wants to explore his feelings. However, Skye has sworn off men after her ex-fiance stole from her. The tarot cards insist a union or partnership is in her future, and she now senses Colton is her future. Lisa has introduced likeable main and secondary characters in the crew of the 1795 Sea Dog. These men have given up their thieving ways and become respectable men of society. But things change when the Holy Grail is stolen from under their noses and it seems their mortality isn’t what it use to be. It’s going to take more than a group of pirates to figure out this mystery and knowing Lisa, the Sentinels of Savannah series is going to be a wild ride. It should be noted Magnolia Mystic is the complete story of Skye and Colton. I sense the mystery of the Holy Grail will play out over several books with heroines coming into the picture to help the Sea Dog crew along the way. **Personal Purchase.**
Lisa Kessler is one of my ‘go grab her book quickly’ authors – I’ve loved every book I’ve read by her and this is no exception. In this story psychic Skye Olson is questioning her own abilities after a traumatic break up with the man who had been her fiancé. Now she’s determined to put it behind her – and get rid of his ring but this leads to an encounter with Colton Hayes, who is determined to protect the port of Savannah from the aspirations and manipulations of his old Captain, a real estate tycoon. When the Captain’s plans impact on Skye, Colton is also determined to protect her, too. However, there are other worries for Colton and his crew as their secrets are starting to be uncovered and danger lurks in the shadows, ready to pounce on the unwary. This may be a novella but it certainly packs a lot of action, great characters and plenty of intrigue to keep the reader turning pages, engrossed in the story. The connection between Skye and Colton is palpable and reading of its development, the breaking down of barriers and formation of trust are all key to this story. There’s an added mystery, a stranger coming to call and excitement around every corner. I have absolutely no hesitation in highly recommending this paranormal romantic novella to anyone who enjoys these genres, I’ll definitely be looking out for more books in this series being released. I requested and was given a copy of this book, via NetGalley. This is my honest review of the book after choosing to read it.
I love it when I finish a book with a smile on my face. This quick charming easy sweet passionate story from this author just gave me the feel goods. A pirate and a seer ok yes there is more to it than that. But when Skye gets swindled by a land shark and boards a "pirate" ship she has no idea what she has started in motion. This author takes us on a merry journey with a pirate of old with all the trappings of paranormal wonder. It's a great read and lots of laugh out loud moments and passion too. What's not to love about a sexy pirate and his lass that learns fast and has great sea legs among other redeeming qualities. This author has a knack for spinning a great tale of sexy wild alpha men and the strong self-sufficient women who love them. Her female characters are strong and independent and it takes one hell of a man to love them and convince them to love them back. Can't wait to meet more of the women who will break these pirates down and make them join Colton in the bliss of love.
Ahoy, hearties! Magnolia Mystic by Lisa Kessler is a fun and sexy pirate romance infused with the paranormal lore intrinsic to the beautiful coastal gem of historical Savannah, Georgia. To say I was excited when I first heard that Lisa was writing a swashbuckling romantic series featuring a marauding band of buccaneers was an understatement. Something about pirates just draws me in. Seriously, who hasn’t sung a pirates’ song at some time? Perhaps it’s because I think of them as the original bad boys. Lisa, of course, has applied her own twists including that there’s a prophecy, and a curse and that the heroine is a psychic. And, that’s just an inkling of what she has in store for her readers! This first installment features a pirate cursed by an ancient relic to live out his days until he finds a certain violet-eyed woman… The old woman’s voice echoed through his mind, like she’d been lurking in the shadows as the centuries passed, just waiting: “‘A woman with violet eyes will signal the beginning and ending of your life.” Colton Hayes, captain of the Sea Dog, and his immortal pirate crew have been living in and around the port of Savannah since the seventeenth century – around two hundred and fifty years! Their immortality was a souvenir from a holy relic that they had plundered from a Spanish galleon. Some called it a gift; others a curse. Regardless, now their immortality seems to be waning and the original holy relic is missing. Skye Olson comes from a long line of mystics. However, even Skye did not foresee being robbed by a man she thought was her soul mate. Devastated and broke, she has sworn off men henceforth. To symbolize to herself a new beginning, Skye joins a tour of a pirate ship moored in Savannah’s harbor. She’s not into the tour; her goal is to throw her ill-fated engagement ring overboard. But she is thwarted from the few private moments she needs to complete her quest by the extremely handsome, but oh-so-infuriating, captain of the ship. When Colton informs the sassy red-head that she’s veered from the tour and must rejoin it, his entire world shifts the second she turns around and he sees her mesmerizing violet eyes. He’s found his harbinger. Now… will she be a cure for what ails him or another curse? OMG! I love both the hero and the heroine and their back stories and bantering and interactions and chemistry! Taken in context that this is a short story and things must progress quickly (i.e., instant attraction), even so, their story is touching, heartwarming, humorous, and steamy! I also am fascinated by the plot – which is not resolved by the end of this book. Still, I was left with a good feeling that things were headed in the right direction and I am excited for the next installment! Lisa is one of my very favorite storytellers. She has never disappointed and she certainly does not with this opening salvo to her new Sentinels of Savannah series. I’ve heard that Lisa has planned for this series to consist of a total of eight books. WooHoo! Bring them on! Magnolia Mystic is a sweet and hot, highly entertaining adventure that will leave you longing for the high seas and a pirate of your own. So, weigh anchor, mateys! Lisa has hoisted the mizzen! There be treasures to find within the pages of Magnolia Mystic and, most assuredly, in the installments to come! My full review is posted at Reading Between The Wines Book Club. Please check it out there!
Skye Olsen comes from a family of mystics. When she is robbed by the man she thought was her soulmate, she worries about her abilities. Colton Hayes and his immortal pirate crew have been living around Savannah for over 200 years. When Colton meets Skye, her violet eyes seem to start to bring true something a mystic told him when he was first cursed. As with all of this author’s stories, I loved this story. I loved getting to know Skye and Colton and loved the introduction to this series. My only complaint would have been to make it a little longer to get to know them more, but I’m sure we’ll see these characters in other books. Overall I loved it and highly recommend. **I voluntarily read and reviewed this book