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jarondont · 5 months
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If you've read the Daughter of the Pirate King duology, this is for you.
I want to make this an animatic/YouTube short but I don't have the motivation/skills.
First go listen to this sea shanty. DO IT. It's awesome.
Okay now yk how at the beginning, there's a little kid that goes, "Fee Fi Fo Fum, I smell the bones of an Englishman"? Imagine that kid is Roslyn. And imagine the main singer is Riden.
Now think about this:
Roslyn comes up to Riden and starts singing. And then aLL oF A suDdEn, Riden just chuckles (the little "he he he" in the background, if you listen closely) and calls the rest of the crew to start singing. And the rest of the song is basically that.
IMAGINE HOW EPIC OF AN ANIMATIC/YOUTUBE SHORT THAT WOULD MAKE
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This girl only spilled when they threatened to cut off her hair lmao an icon
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jessread-s · 6 months
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Thanks to @fiercereadsya for providing me with an e-ARC in exchange for an honest review
✩⚔️🗺️Review: 
Tricia Levenseller just doesn’t miss when it comes to pirate adventure novels! 
Following the events of the “Daughter of the Pirate King” duology, “Vengeance of the Pirate Queen” centers around Sorinda Veshtas, the pirate queen’s assassin. As a newly appointed captain, Sorinda is dispatched on a rescue mission. Unfortunately, her sailing master just so happens to be Kearan Erroth, the one person attuned to her every movement in the shadows. Sadly, it’s near impossible to avoid him on a ship with few hiding places. But when the crew faces the King of the Undersea, a being who can control the dead, Sorinda’s helmsman might be the only one that can save her from becoming an undead queen. 
I. Love. Sorinda. Veshtas. I always have ever since reading “Daughter of the Pirate Queen.” Now I love her even more. Levenseller never fails to create strong female characters and Sorinda might just be the fiercest one of all. Her past is revealed in bits and pieces. Once I saw the whole picture I was devastated. Her vengeance for what happened to her family is a driving force in her life and motivated her to become a weapon. At the same time, she is consumed by guilt. 
Kearan is the one who helps her realize that she is worthy of life, love, and saving and that it is okay to lean on others. Their romance truly left me a sopping mess. I enjoyed watching Sorinda try to avoid him as much as possible until she could no longer ignore her budding feelings. Watching their squabbles turn into playful banter. Their reluctant love story is a beautiful one as they learn to confide in each other and accept their own flaws. 
As a huge fan of the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise, I enjoyed how this book pays homage to The Curse of the Black Pearl. I was on the edge of my seat, soaring through each chapter wondering how Sorinda and her crew would defeat an army of the undead. The explosive ending does not disappoint. This swashbuckling adventure fulfilled all of my pirate loving dreams! 
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c-oldasice · 9 months
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cr; — Daughter of the Siren Queen by Tricia Levenseller
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booktellsastory · 1 year
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I just finished listening to The Daughter of the Siren Queen and the ending is literally “…and then they fucked” And I just died
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sparkle-heart-anon · 1 year
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Beg For Me
Summary: Riden and Alosa find themselves in a standoff as to who can be more stubborn. And of course, there is only one way to solve that
Fandom: Daughter of the Pirate King 
Pairing: Alosa x Riden
Word Count: 1.8k
Warnings: Fluffy Smut and Swearing
His smug face.
God damn, his smug face.
Part of me wanted to punch him in that annoying, insufferable, smug face.
But another part of me wanted to kiss him – needed to kiss him. Needed him.
“Tell me, Lass,” the nickname rolled off his tongue. He stood from his chair, and in a single, long stride stood in front of me. Leaning down, his lips were inches from my ear, his voice low and gravely. “Tell me what you want me to do.” I could hear the smile on his face – that insufferably smug smile. “Beg for me, Lass.”
I swallowed hard, trying to regain my composure, trying not to feed into his ego any more than I already had. Silently, I prayed he couldn’t see the deep flush of my face, but I knew if I could feel it, he could see it.
His fingers danced on my hip, tentatively rubbing his fingers in circles right over my hip bone. “Do you want this, Lass?”
Biting my lip, my brain searched for an answer. Fuck, I wanted this But I also couldn’t stand to feed his ego any more.
“Alosa, have you forgotten how to use your siren voice?” He removed his face from my ear, so his deep brown eyes bored into mine. Gold flecks glittered along his iris, shining brightly with his fucking smug face. Good God, that face.
“I know how to use it just fine,” my voice was harsher than it intended. Trying to backtrack, I wanted to look desirable for him. I wanted to be in control. Wanted to make him squirm like he always made me. “But do you? I want to hear you beg, Riden.”
His eyebrows raised for a moment – but that Goddamn smirk did not drop.
“Really, Lass? You think you can make me scream? Do you want me on my knees? Because last time I found myself there, I think you were the one begging.”
Before I could say anything, he swiftly sank to his knees, staring up at me from those impossibly thick eyelashes. Gently, his fingers rested on my bare knee, the hem of my skirt resting just above it.
“If you’re going to be this insufferable,” I said to him, trying to keep my composure, trying not to admit just how fucking much I wanted this – I needed this, “at least put your mouth to good use.”
“Oh don’t worry, Lass.” He pressed a kiss to the inside of my knee. Fuck. Slowly, his mouth inched up further, while his hand bunched up my skirt. “Be a good girl and hold this for me.” His lips were still pressed to the soft skin of my thighs, his voice rumbling through me and going straight to my aching center.
As he handed me the fabric of my skirt, he intertwined his fingers with mine. Pausing for a moment, he looked up at me, our eyes meeting. His smirk had dropped, his eyes looking at me with pure adoration. “I love you, Alosa. I don’t think I will ever stop loving you.”
I crouched down, capturing my lips with his. As insufferable as his smirks were, his kisses were sweeter than honey, delicate and gentle, as though he worried he would break me. And in a single kiss, I felt more endearing love than I had ever felt in my life before him.
With him, I could be soft. With him, moments could be tender. I no longer needed to spend every second of every day protecting myself.
With him, I could unravel.
We broke apart, the softness lingering in his voice. “Do you want me here? Or do we want to go to your bed?”
Oh right. I was supposed to be coming down to the empty brig to make sure we had enough supplies if we were to run into any unsavory characters as we searched for our next treasure. Riden had been tucked away in a corner, cleaning his swords, trying to get a moment of peace and quiet. And while we were currently secluded behind crates of food, there was no lock, and anyone could come down here, looking for either one of us.
Going back to my room would have been the smart choice. The safe choice. But honestly, I couldn’t wait another moment for Riden to touch me. And besides, no one was supposed to be coming down looking for me for a while.
So I had no choice but to beg. “Please, Riden, please touch me. I need you.”
“Your voice is so sweet, Lass.” His smirk returned, ever so pleased with himself. “It’s even sweeter when it’s begging for me.”
Handing me the rest of my skirts and petticoats, his fingers danced to my inner thigh before running over the crotch of my underwear.
“Green,” he whispered, his breath tickling my thighs. “My favorite color. Did you wear them just for me?”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” I laughed, but quickly found myself biting my lip as he ran his fingers over my sensitive nub. He moved his fingers in the repetitive circular motion, just the way I taught him, and I could feel a moan slip from my mouth.
“Really?” he asked. “Don’t flatter myself? Because you’re awfully wet for me, Lass. So I find myself quite flattered. In just a few minutes I can do this to you.” He moved his fingers through my folds, prompting me to let you a shaky breath.
He switched to a more serious voice. “Is this okay, though? Can I touch you?”
“Please,” my voice shook. “Please, Riden. I need you.” God, I wanted him so bad. And even though I said I wasn’t going to beg, I found myself back in this familiar position, begging for Riden. This, I thought, is why his ego is so damn big. But I couldn’t help but always find myself begging for him.
Slowly, he pushed one finger in, then another, curling them slightly. As he slowly pumped them in and out, he used his thumb to rub slow circles around my clit. Within moments, he found a perfect rhythm, and even better, that perfect spot.
A moan ripped from my lips, and I instantly brought my hand up to my mouth to quiet myself, dropping the fabric of my skirt.
I felt him pull away, prompting me to whimper from the loss. “Riden?” I looked down, and again that fucking smug face looked up at me.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he said, standing up to meet me, wrapping his fingers around my wrist. “Don’t quiet yourself, Alosa. I want to hear you – hear your lovely siren cries.”
“Someone might hear us,” I worried. But without his hands on me, the desire I felt was mounting, starting not to care if someone heard me.
“Let them hear,” he whispered, before pressing his lips to my neck, lightly grasping my flesh with his teeth. “Let them hear how good I can make you feel, Alosa. Let them hear how much I can enchant my siren. My love.”
His fingers found their way back between my legs. Grasping the fabric of my underwear, he pushed it down, giving him full unfettered access. And he returned to that perfect rhythm. Each time I let out another cry, it seemed to encourage him even more, getting him to move faster, more precisely – as though I was a puzzle only he knew how to solve.
My moans got louder and louder in spite of myself, and I could feel that wonderful pressure building in the bottom of my stomach.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Riden,” I pleaded.
“I’m right here, my love.” He quickened his pace, the way his fingers curled around me, sending me over the edge. Wave of pleasure rushed and crashed over me, my moans falling from my lips like raindrops from the sky.
With him, I unravelled.
Completely and totally, I unravelled.
My fingers dug into his bicep as I came, my voice shivering, my mind going absolutely blank as my body filled with nothing but pleasure. Well, pleasure and love.
My legs shook, refusing to support me any longer. But Riden and I had found ourselves in moments like these before, and he knew me – knew every inch of me. And he knew that after I came, my legs often shook so hard I could hardly stand. His arm wrapped around my waist, supporting me, as I buried my face in the crook of his neck, smelling the strong scent of his cologne as I tried to catch my breath.
“Fuck,” I groaned when I finally could breathe. “Holy fuck, Riden. How do you make me feel so good?”
Although my face was still buried in his neck, I could hear the smug look return to his face. But there was still softness and tenderness to his words, to the way he held me, so close as though he was worried I would break away. “You make it easy, Lass. When you beg for me, I know exactly what you want. You have the most beautiful voice.”
He pressed a kiss to the crown of my head and just held me like that for a moment.
In moments like these, I felt so completely overwhelmed by the love that Riden showed me – that he had for me. Not only could he see me in soft, tender moments like this, but he actively sought them out. He was probably the only one in all the seas and on all the land that could bring out this side of me. And for him, I wanted to show it wholly.
He loved my voice – not as a tool for him to use and manipulate, but because through it, he could know if he was making me happy, if he was making me feel good. My voice was not something he could control, or even sought to. It was not something he wanted power from, or to use to hurt others. The wonderful noises he made me produce, he did so out of nothing but love for me.
And for that, I was able to unravel around him.
“I love you,” I whispered to him, before capturing his lips with mine, pulling him closer to me, if that was even possible.
“I love you more than you can ever know, Alosa.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Now why don’t we get you something to eat?”
“Oh crap,” I laughed. “I was supposed to be calculating our food stores for the brig. Mandy is going to be so mad at me for taking so long.”
“Let her be mad.” He tucked a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “We can just spend another moment together.”
In my heart, I knew. We would be spending many more moments together, just as tender and raw as this.
I loved him. Smug face and all.
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bignachocheesecake · 1 year
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her: could be dangerous
him: you'll protect me
me: *screaming*
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beanbowlbaggins · 1 year
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The Fairyloot editions of the Daughter of the Pirate King and Daughter of the Siren Queen duology by Tricia Levenseller is so pretty. I love that the combined sprayed edges make an image of a ship. I haven't had these books on my radar (and my to-be-read list is already overwhelming), but I dream that I could have these books on my shelf.
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darknight1192 · 9 months
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reverie-quotes · 1 year
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“It seems the only way to have a conversation alone with you is to ambush you in the halls.” “Most men would take that as a hint and back the hell off.”
— Tricia Levenseller, Daughter of the Siren Queen
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Review: Daughter of the Siren Queen by Tricia Levenseller Rating: 4/5
Much better than the first book! There's an actual plot and the characters actually develop and I just loved seeing Alosa get everything she wanted. A fun, light-hearted duology for anyone who loves a good adventure story (and can put up with some petty relationship drama). I'm excited to read Levenseller's other books!
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acourtofpaperandink · 5 months
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Book Review: Vengeance of the Pirate Queen By: Tricia Levenseller
Post by: BookGirl Daughter of the Pirate King (book 1) Daughter of the Siren Queen (book 2) Title: Vengeance of the Pirate Queen (book 3) By: Tricia Levenseller Cover: So I was not a big fan of the original covers but I’m also not a fan of changing the covers. Third strike against this one is the person on the cover. All that said, it’s not an awful cover. It definitely depicts the feel of…
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xotrashratxo · 1 year
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Me reading any enemies to lovers: both? Both. Both is good.
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jessread-s · 8 months
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✩📦📚Book Mail:
The “Daughter of the Pirate King” duology was recently given a new look and @fiercereadsya was kind enough to send me a set! Not only do the special hardcover editions have new covers, but they also have sprayed edges, a ribbon bookmark, a unique case stamp, a redesigned interior, and bonus content. Fierce Reads really went all out!
I am so beyond excited to read “Daughter of the Pirate King” and “Daughter of the Siren Queen” in anticipation of “Vengeance of the Pirate Queen”, which goes on sale November 7th. The cover matches the style of the new special editions and while it can be read separately from the first two books in the series, you should read them anyway! I know I am 😌
Cross-posted to: Instagram | Amazon | Goodreads | StoryGraph
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c-oldasice · 8 months
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“Sympathy is not what I want from you, Alosa.”
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inlovewithquotes · 2 years
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I may not have been born in the sea, but I was born to rule it. I am the daughter of the siren queen.
- Daughter Of The Siren Queen
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