Release day for By Honor Betrayed!

Still in the grip of family wide illness (my daughter has it today) it’s nice to have some good news, such as a new book being out 🙂  Today is the release day for By Honor Betrayed, and in Googling to find out where it was being sold I came across a new review of it too.  Huzzah!  This makes me smile despite the gloom.  I award myself a big splash page to celebrate – under the cut to spare my friends’ list the grief of frantic scrolling.


Cover art for By Honor Betrayed


Lieutenant Conrad Herriot and Seaman Tom Cotton have been master and servant for over a decade, and friends for almost as long. When Tom is injured during a skirmish, Conrad forgets himself and rushes to Tom’s side, arousing suspicion about the true nature of their relationship.

All Tom wants is the chance to consummate their love and embark on a new life together, outside the law that condemns them. Yet he fears Conrad won’t risk his career and his honor to become Tom’s lover.

Conrad believes his lust for Tom will damn his soul. There’s also their difference in class—a gentleman doesn’t socialize with a common tar. As Conrad struggles to refute the gossip on the ship, he must decide whether to commit the crime the crew’s already convicted them of, or part from Tom for good to save both their necks…

A new Age of Sail novella from Alex Beecroft, with ships, seduction, soul-searching, a highwayman, a hanging, and pirates.

Available from All Romance Ebooks in Epub format or from and in Kindle format


From Heroes and Heartbreakers

From MM Good Book Reviews


The instinct of hand-to-hand combat, honed over ten years at sea, suggested that Conrad should seize and pull that outstretched hand. The man would drop the musket and he could pick it up, be armed against them both.

Instead he wiped some of the rain from his hair and put his hat back on. “I’m not a fool, despite the measures I am forced to by desperation. The money is in my bank. You will have five hundred pounds if you but turn up at the hanging and cause an affray. The other five hundred I will send by packet ship to Bermuda, and you may have it there when I and my friend arrive safely. By that time I hope we will have proved to you that we are useful crew members and, having overcome your natural desire to slit our throats and throw us overboard, we may continue as shipmates.”

“Thought of everything, have you?” One-Arm’s eyes did not soften—they were flat and grey as sharks’ eyes, incapable of compassion—but the rest of his face smiled, as if amused.

“I hope so, yes. Thinking things through is a speciality of mine. For example, I should mention that once I have performed the rescue, you need have no fear of my going to the authorities with your names. By that time I’ll be as wanted as you are.”

“You don’t have our names to tell.” One-Arm pushed him in the centre of the chest with his own sword, cutting his new coat. The blade pricked cold over his breastbone but did not break the skin. He took that as a hopeful sign.

“No, but I can have, given half a day’s gossiping in the taverns of Plymouth.”

“And so we had best kill you now.”

They came to the point, at last, and Conrad’s calm held as it would have held in battle—a calm with something fey behind it, even joyous. “Yes,” he said, holding that fishlike gaze. “Kill me for the trinkets in my pockets or help me for a thousand pounds. Your choice.”

He had been pushed back until there was nowhere left to retreat or recoil. He was as dangerous as a bear at bay before its den, and perhaps it showed, for One-Arm gave a falsely jovial smile and grasped him by the wrist.

“Not my choice at all, my lad. But I’ll take you to the captain. You can put your proposition to him. I dare say he will be in a good mood. ’Tis his wedding day, after all.”

The windows of the inn were running, inside, with condensation as heavy as the rain. With the heavy doors closed behind him, damp smoking from his shoulders before the establishment’s parlour fire, Conrad waited under Eyebrow’s gaze while One-Arm invaded the snug. Sounds of drunken singing, out of tune, and a woman’s voice, raised scolding shrill, escaped the inner door as he returned with a tall young buck in tow.

Fresh-faced, a little younger than Conrad, with his best suit on and his hair powdered white, the newcomer didn’t look like a ferocious villain. But his blue gaze was full of intelligence, lancet sharp. “Now, sir, why do you think you can interrupt my wedding with your petty troubles? Or offer me—me!—so small a bribe?”

The inner doors trembled and swung open. A deep fug of tobacco smoke and kipper-smell and wet wool billowed through the gap, followed by a figure that struck Conrad dumb. Cascading black ringlets loose on her narrow shoulders, her breasts and hips all the more noticeable for being crammed into a naval midshipman’s uniform—the blood of its original owner not fully washed from its collar—she set herself foursquare in front of the captain, hands on hips, and harangued him.

“Eric Cobham, I was promised a proper wedding, with a proper wedding breakfast after. And now there ain’t no music, and none of them can sing better’n a scalded cat, and where’s my dancing I was promised? You said—”

Cobham’s face was a picture of contrition. “I’m sorry, my love. The fiddler got away. Jumped overboard when we sighted Plymouth. I thought you knew.”

“Course I knew. I just bleeding well thought you’d do something about it!”

Conrad could have laughed for relief. Instead, he cleared his throat, loud. “Excuse me, ma’am? I play the violin. Would that help?”

“You’re fucking hired,” she said. “Eric, see to it.”


Text Copyright © 2011 by Alex Beecroft

Cover Art Copyright © 2011 by Harlequin Enterprises Limited

Permission to reproduce text granted by Harlequin Books S.A. Cover art used by arrangement with Harlequin Enterprises Limited. All rights reserved. ® and ™ are trademarks owned by Harlequin Enterprises Limited or its affiliated companies, used under license.

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Dianne T.
Dianne T.
12 years ago

Hi Alex,
Haven’t posted here for some time as summer threw me a few obstacles – but all
is well! Got an e-mail reminder from Carina that you had this release today so it is now on my Kindle and I’ll start it tonight – it looks wonderful!! 🙂 Off to read up here on what has been happening with you. Hope the illness leaves your household soon.


Grace Roberts
12 years ago

Added to must read list. I absolutely love the cover. Gorgeous. Hope you and yours will soon be well.

Grace Roberts. A new writer of M/M historical.

Grace Roberts
12 years ago

Yes Alex, hope that’s correct. Lol. It’s very new and not much there but I will be posting excerpts from my WIP and would love some feed back from established authors if that’s ok.

I do have a blog but I’m having trouble with the address but I’ll put it on live journal.



12 years ago

Just dropping in to say how much I enjoyed By Honor Betrayed. Such a carefully considered, truly moral, tale! The characterisation was superb – it would have been easy to fall into caricature but you completely avoided that, and made all of them fully rounded. I feel I want to read it again soon – a compliment, it means it has depth and complexity I want to be sure to savour.

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