A Christy Award finalist and winner of two Inspirational Readers’ Choice awards, MaryLu Tyndall dreamt of tall ships and swashbuckling heroes during her childhood years on Florida’s Atlantic Coast. She holds a degree in Math and worked as a software engineer for fifteen years before she penned her first novel. Now, with more than twenty-five books published, she makes her home in California with her husband, six children, four grandchildren and various stray cats.  Her hope is that readers will not only be entertained but will be brought closer to the Creator who loves them beyond measure. For more information, visit her website at marylutyndall.com

Charlisse Bristol sets off on a voyage in search of a father she never knew, only to become shipwrecked on an island. She longs for a father’s love to fill the emptiness in her soul from an abusive childhood, but resigns herself to a lonely death of starvation. Her salvation comes in the form of a band of pirates and their fierce, enigmatic leader, Captain Merrick.

The last thing Merrick expected to find in the middle of the Caribbean was a beautiful maiden. Now he is burdened with the task of not only protecting her from his crew, but from himself. A recent convert to Christianity, Merrick is haunted by a sordid past while he struggles to become a better man and accepts a mission from God to hunt down the most vicious pirates on the Caribbean. 

Charlisse can make no sense of Captain Merrick. A pirate who prays and drinks rum? Breaking her vow to never trust any man, she finds herself falling for the pirate/priest, who more than once risks his life to save her. When she confides in him her quest to find her father, Merrick agrees to help. What he doesn’t realize is Charlisse’s father is the ruthless Edward the Terror, the one man Merrick has vowed to hunt down and kill.

Evil forces are at work against Charlisse and Merrick: enemies, battles, imprisonment, jealousy, and betrayal, all threaten to destroy not only their new found romance but their very lives. It will take a miracle—or several—for either of them to survive.


Legacy of the King's Pirates

Charging through the door of his cabin, Kent scanned the darkness, then grabbed the bottle of rum from his desk and headed up on deck, ignoring the clusters of pirates littering the ship, well into their drink.


Darkness cast a shroud over the vessel, hovering like a demon over the waterlogged wood. Though the storm had ceased its assault upon the sea, it seemed to intensify within Kent. A sudden chill seeped through his leather vest. Planting his boots on the sodden deck by the main head rail, Kent raised the bottle to his lips and poured a full draught down his parched throat in an effort to ward off the icy mist.


A sail snapped in the wind, drawing his gaze upward. Neither the faintest glimmer of the moon nor the twinkle of a star penetrated the thick black that hung low in the sky.


Boot steps approached, and Kent turned to see the doctor, pipe betwixt his lips, hurrying toward him. Blast! All Kent wanted at the moment was to be left alone.


Chapter 138: Grace and Idols, Part 1