Touch the Wind

Still Life With Scandinavian Sword On A Fur


by Nia Farrell writing as Erinn Ellender Quinn

Swashbuckling Historical Romance

Length 91,357 words

Release date December 1, 2016



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Touch the Wind by Erinn Ellender Quinn is a swashbuckling historical set in 1727 Caribbean. Justin Vallé is a wanted man who demands the truth, and Christiana Delacorte has lived most of her life in deceit. But her father’s best friend is her best hope to save him. His price is her willing presence in his bed. Forbidden desires. Deadly secrets. A race against time, and a journey into dangerous waters. What happens if the man they hope to rescue is being used as bait?

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Christiana Delacorte’s father is languishing in prison.  Accused of desertion and piracy, he’s being held without trial while the British and French fight over who will hang him.  Determined to rescue him, Christiana approaches the one man she knows who might help: her father’s old friend Justin Vallé, the object of her adolescent fantasies, her first, most terrible unrequited love, when he was a prize for any woman and she sailed disguised as a boy.  She can only pray that the French privateer doesn’t recognize her as the child who marked his face for life. 

Mistaking her for a prostitute, Vallé fulfills her heart’s desire but shatters the mood by offering payment, forcing her to reveal her identity as well as her purpose.  Vallé agrees to break her father out of prison, but his price is the gold she’s brought and her willing presence in his bed. 

Justin has suffered a woman’s betrayal, and Christiana has lived most of her life in deceit.  But there are forces at play beyond their reckoning, unseen enemies, and time is running out.  The success of their mission—and any chance of a future—depends on whether they can learn to trust each other…before it’s too late….

This book is the prequel to Ride the Wind.  Written for ages 18+


“Parlez-vous français?”

 The resonance of Vallé’s baritone voice was unbelievably enticing, unbearably seductive, a whisper of velvet on Christiana’s skin that made her pulse leap, her every instinct come fully alive.  She felt Vallé’s beckoning eyes on her but dared not meet them, lest he see the power he wielded over her with mere words.

“Oui, capitaine,” she murmured.  “Je parle un peu français.”  Actually, she spoke more than a little French, plus English, Gaelic, and a smattering of Dutch, Spanish, and German, but she hesitated to reveal too much of herself, not when so much depended on the outcome of this meeting.

Vallé blew out softly.  “Bien.”  Hearing the pleasure in his voice, she cleared her throat, intending to discuss O’Malley’s rescue, but at that moment a raucous shout rang out below.  A chorus of laughter drifted up the stairs, accompanying the announcement that filtered in the door, burning her ears and warming her cheeks.

The swallow-cock had surpassed her old record and was still going strong.

Flustered, Christiana tore her eyes from the door—and immediately wished she hadn’t when she saw Vallé’s intense blue gaze focused on her own mouth.  He lifted one hand.  Long, strong fingers, as elegant as a magician’s, motioned her to come closer.  She remained rooted, torn, knowing she should speak, should tell him what she’d come here for but frozen by hesitation.  Vallé tilted his head and smiled a little.  The curve of his mouth was both sensual and tender; the beckoning warmth in his eyes melted her resistance.  He’d always possessed infinite patience; now he exercised it, clearly wanting her but waiting for her to come to him.

As if she had a choice.  After all these years of wanting him, it seemed a shattering miracle that he should want her, too.