5 Cups!
Cherokee, Coffee Time Romance

4 Roses!
"Ms. Carew's writing was spotless! Ms. Carew has created a fantasy world this reader had no trouble falling into. What an engrossing and imaginative tale. Well done, Ms. Carew, your story is the crown jewel...!"
Janalee, A Romance Review

4 Stars!
"Amber Carew has written an incredible mind expanding story of a disciplined restrained woman "out of control" in this futuristic novella, Virtual Love."

"Virtual Love is a "must read" that you will not be able to put down. I found myself caught up in the mystery of the Phantom and was pleasantly thrilled with the unexpected twists and turns as well as the surprise ending. Amber Carew grabbed my interest and didn't let me go even after reading Virtual Love. I am looking forward to more of her work and you should be too!"
Donna, eCataRomance Reviews

4 Hearts!
"… unique … combines passion, romance and sensuality that will knock the readers socks off. …extraordinary…"
Angel Brewer, The Romance Studio

4 Angels!
"Virtual Love is an erotic treat … unique and fun"
Amanda, Fallen Angel Reviews

"…very original …well thought-out twist[s]…"
Geni, Romance Reader At Heart

A muscular arm clamped around Captain Jerette’s waist from behind, knocking the wind from her lungs as she collided with a hard male chest. A wicked laugh sounded behind her, barely discernible over the roar of the storm. Rain and wind clouded her vision. She struggled to keep her feet beneath her on the slippery deck as her captor dragged her away from her post. Where was her crew? Had they abandoned ship? The pirate vessel had caught them off guard in this hellish storm and the blast from their cannon had ripped a huge hole in the hull of “Fearless Virginia”.

“Get your hands off me, you villainous devil,” she screamed.

“Not this time, my pretty,” a deep voice rumbled in her ear. “You, Captain Jerette, terror of the high seas, have inflicted too much damage on my people. You’ve escaped too many times. I believe it is high time you pay your debt.”

“And who are you to extract this debt?”

“I am Phantom. King of the Pirates.”

She gasped. Captain Jerette knew all about the pirate king. He had gathered together a motley collection of buccaneer ships and forged them into a formidable fighting force. She had vowed to free the ocean from his tyrannical rule.

“You call me terror when it is you people fear.”

He spun her around and pressed her against the mast. Long tendrils of hair had escaped the ribbon binding it and whipped wildly across her eyes. But she took no notice. Not with those pair of cutting blue eyes staring into her own.

“And what about you, Captain?” He leaned toward her, his words more chilling than the icy rain assaulting her. “Are you afraid?”

She felt her pulse quicken, knowing the danger he represented. “Never.”

A lazy smile spread across his face at her resolute stand.

“We’ll see.”

She stood defiant in the face of his amusement. A shudder beneath their feet, and a great wooden groan, made it clear that the “Fearless Virginia” would not be afloat much longer. How had things gotten so out of control?

Before she knew it, he had thrown her over his shoulder. She struggled, pummeling his back with her fists and kicking in a desperate attempt to escape. Her howls of rage merged with the wail of the wind and the rumbling thunder. She grabbed onto the railing as he attempted to carry her across to his own ship. He easily tugged her free. A strange fear surged through her, as though the danger he represented was far worse than it appeared. He pulled her below deck and pushed her into a cabin. The door slammed behind him and he locked it. Laughing, he pulled off his hat and shook his head, sending droplets of water flying through the air. She stood firm in the centre of the room, eyes narrowed, watching him.

“You’ve destroyed my ship. That should be enough revenge for you,” she spat. “It’s a captain’s duty to go down with her vessel. At least that you should respect.”

He stepped forward, his heels stomping on the wooden floor. He reached out a finger and stroked it down her cheek with an insolent grin. She refused to flinch and stared boldly back at him.

“No, I wouldn’t waste such beauty on shark food.” His gaze traveled leisurely down her body and up again. An unwanted awareness shot through her. “There are too many interesting… duties I can think of for you.”

Her control momentarily shattered. “I am a captain in the Queen’s fleet. An officer.”

His amusement increased. “That should make it all the more interesting.”

With a suddenness that caught her off guard, he shoved her onto the bunk and ripped open her shirt. The storm had soaked her to the skin and the thin cotton chemise she wore underneath clung to her shamelessly. The cold made her nipples erect and horror spiked through her to see that the garment offered no protection from his eyes. In fact, the way his gaze seared her, she felt she’d be better off without it.

As though reading her thoughts, he knelt down beside the bunk, brought his huge hands to her shoulders and tore the limp fabric from her. Conscious that her breasts, glistening wet, heaved up and down with her labored breath, she tried to cross her arms to cover herself. Too fast for her, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head with one strong hand. He used his free hand to push the wet, clinging hair from her face with a tenderness she had not expected. Then he trailed his fingers down her neck and across her quivering chest. As he cupped her breast, her skin molded to his palm and the warmth gave her exquisite pleasure. The nipple thrust into his hand. Then his lips warmed her other nipple and she gasped.

This is not how it’s supposed to go, her thoughts screamed. I’m supposed to be in control. To her utter shame, a tear of frustration escaped her eye. He lifted his head and focused on that tear, then lowered his lips to kiss it away.

“Don’t be afraid, sweet Jerette. Let yourself lose control.”

His double edged meaning cut through the gauzy pleasure that held her hostage to his touch. She would stop this right now.

His eyes narrowed as though he knew her thoughts. “No, Jerette. Don’t–”

Her voice cut across his as she cried out.

“End session!”

The scene around her dissolved and she lay gasping for breath in her game lounger, arms wrapped around herself. The dark-eyed pirate had also disappeared but she could remember the look of frustration on his face when he faded away. Slowly, she focused on the familiar walls surrounding her. Her leisure room was small but that didn’t matter, since the time she spent here was typically in a virtual reality simulation where she was totally unaware of physical surroundings. Like the one she’d just fled.

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