“The pirates put my hands in ropes.” Was it merely bad luck that returned this man to confinement so soon after his escape? Or was he fated to meet this pirate ship, these sailors? This Captain.
“He was only a man.” But a man cannot stand against the sea. A man cannot hold the whole of the sky, endless and brilliant, in only the curls of his hair. A man should not have the ability to make someone feel so wonderfully powerless.
“He commanded me.” Across the deck. Against his better judgement. To his knees. All without a word, leaving the Captain standing at the helm, the Sailor kneeling at his feet, and them both wondering…
“What had I done?”
So begins SON OF THE SEA, the first book in a romance series so great it moves the very ocean. Two men are cast together by fate and find that their souls are wonderfully, unmistakably known to one another. But will they take the chance that they have been given? Or will they allow their pride to keep them apart?
THE PIRATE KING ROMANCE SERIES is an erotic adventure through love, joy, and above all else, fate. We all have pasts; it’s up to us what we do with our futures.
I was not able to finish Son of the Sea. When I realized it had taken me several days to get through even 32% of the book, I decided not to continue reading. The prime factors were the writing, the characters, and the setting — or rather, the lack thereof. All I knew, at the time I stopped, is that this story took place on a pirate ship, but it didn’t feel like it. Other than a mention of ropes and sails, there was no sense that the characters lived in the confining restrictions of a pirate ship. They were just rooms, hallway, a kitchen, a bedroom… and nothing else.
The main character in this book is a man with no name. He calls himself the sea — as in an avatar or manifestation of the ocean. He mentions having killed a sea god, so maybe he’s just a man with a godhead? He’s tall, strong, and doesn’t carry around any emotional weight. Events happen to him and around him while he is a passive witness. He’s also freakishly strong; twelve pirates tried to stop him from approaching their captain and not only did he brush them aside, but he didn’t even notice they were there. He’s been held captive in a mine, but he doesn’t seem to understand being a prisoner on a pirate ship. Maybe because he thinks he’s the sea incarnate, but that vapidity went away when he was arguing with the Pirate Captain (who also had no name by the time I stopped reading) about not wanting to be kept away from him.
The Pirate Captain is very woke, for a pirate. He takes one look at the mysterious sea guy prisoner — a man who is stronger than twelve of his crew and who can untie any knot — and takes him to bed to give him a blowjob, but not before reassuring the amnesiac man that is his prisoner that he can still say no. Then, after a heated moment, they fuck. Eventually, the Captain goes off to do Captain things and “I Am The Sea” man goes to the kitchens where he … somehow knows the cook? Because he worked in someone else’s kitchen once upon a time, but then how does he know this cook on this ship? Then he’s angry that the Captain both left him tied up in the Captain’s bed (because he’s a prisoner), and then left that bed. He thinks, sullenly, that the Captain has a whore in every harbor which … where did that thought come from? Remember, they had just had sex, slept, and then the Captain had to go take care of his ship.
All this and he still doesn’t understand what being a prisoner means. At the same time I was trying to get my head around the shapeless form of two character with no names and even less personality, dealing with a scene that has no set up, no setting, and no emotional impact, I was also having issues with the writing. The author uses a very poetic style, heavy on the prose, that is not to my taste at all. There are times I like purple prose, but for some reason, this book and this story just didn’t work for me. I think the main character was supposed to come across as sweet and mysterious, but to me he was smug and dull. I regret that I was unable to connect with this book or the author’s writing style.