Secretary Kath Lewis embarks on the vacation of a lifetime only to have things go horribly wrong from the get-go. She has a Marilyn Monroe moment just as she’s meeting the sexy Captain Morgan Hawk for the first time; her brother--her only traveling companion--is called home to handle an emergency; and as Kath and the seductive captain sail to the next port to pick up her best friend, the boat is caught in a violent (supernatural) storm...and something sinister is unleashed from the deep.
LENGTH: 23,000 words (Novella)
WARNING: This novella is a sensual paranormal romance with a totally implausible plot. As such, it contains a dangerous pirate with a to-die-for body, sizzling sex on a yacht, adult language, and a few fun surprises for your reading pleasure.
BONUS CONTENT: Included is a free excerpt of Sydney's best selling romance novel, RESCUE ME.
Sinful temptation wrapped in black lace. Those were the only words Morgan could muster to describe the woman standing before him. He swallowed a curse as she pulled her skirt back down, hiding the black lace panties a strong easterly gust had so kindly brought into view.
She had an angelic face with soft, feminine features, blue eyes the shade of the deepest seas, and lips so full and ripe he was forced to bite his own against the urge to taste them. Her satiny skin was ivory from forehead to pink-painted toes, except where it was stained a rosy shade over her cheeks as she blushed.
Long, golden hair tumbled over her shoulders in heavy waves. The sun shot glimmering flames in it. The brisk sea wind carried it into the air. His fingers itched to tangle themselves in its silken length and tug. Instead, he forced himself to resist, and enjoyed visually feasting on the rest of her.
He followed the ivory column of her long neck to the deep vee exposed by a lightweight top that clung lusciously to her full breasts. His keen eye did not miss the point of each nipple as it pressed subtly against the thin material. He imagined how they might taste and how her pleasure-induced sigh might sound in his ears.
A heavy feeling settled deep in his groin and a painful erection pressed against his shorts at the thought.
Her visibly shaken state, something he was accustomed to seeing in women, sparked his protective instincts and he reached forward to capture two soft-skinned upper arms in his grasp.
She made no effort to pull away, made no utterance as he back stepped, leading her down to the salon.
"Let me help you," he offered, thinking perhaps he wouldn't have to wait until reaching port before his yearning would be satisfied. "It takes awhile. As your captain it is my duty to see you are safe."
Silent and acquiescent, she followed his direction, settling daintily on the sofa. When she crossed her legs, her skirt slid up, exposing the better part of her smooth-skinned thigh. It was torture standing so close but not touching that ivory expanse of skin, or nibbling the juncture between her neck and shoulder.
"Thanks," she uttered. Her pink tongue jutted out to wet her lips and he swallowed a groan.
A shy, demure woman drove him wild with desire. A shy, demure, beautiful woman–a siren–would drive him to madness.
With the next breath, he vowed to have her if it took their entire journey.