Series: Steamy Voyages, Series #1
Author: Phoenix
Publisher: Self (Amazon and B&N)
Length: 61,700 words
Genres: Paranormal Romance (Adventure)
Heat Level: Sizzling
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Will either one just lead to another broken heart?
Should she run the other way from them both and just enjoy the cruise?
But before Jane can decide, the ship is attacked by modern day pirates. Unlike the pirates of old, these guys are vampires and are more interested in human treasure than gold and jewels. They take over the ship and take twelve women hostage. And the handsome pirate leader-with eerie chalk-white skin, and red eyes, is looking for a special prize. He wants a woman for his mate and queen . . .
Jane catches his eye, but she, along with Nick and Peter, manage to escape in a lifeboat and onto the open sea. They drift for fourteen days before finally finding an island. But the fates are cruel, and their island turns out to be the home of the pirates and the lair of the Vampire. The Pirates of Vampire Island is non-stop action . . . filled with adventure, suspense . . . and steamy romance.
Jane catches his eye, but she, along with Nick and Peter, manage to escape in a lifeboat and onto the open sea. They drift for fourteen days before finally finding an island. But the fates are cruel, and their island turns out to be the home of the pirates and the lair of the Vampire. The Pirates of Vampire Island is non-stop action . . . filled with adventure, suspense . . . and steamy romance.
As we approached the outdoor swimming pool on
the top deck, I saw dark clouds threatening a storm. My hair was whipping in the
wind. I shivered. Bad idea. But Remy was undaunted. She immediately ran and did
a cannonball. As I stood wondering if I should just go back to the cabin, a
waiter came up, a small, dark boy about sixteen, probably a native of the area.
He wore a short white jacket with epaulets and black pants.
"Would you like a drink, mum?"
"How about a snow suit?" I laughed.
"Just kidding. No, I'm good for now." I surveyed the sunbathers and
swimmers. There he was. As usual, he was surrounded by women. He was dressed in
a simple white pullover sweater and tan slacks, but the cut and fabric screamed
money. His luxurious, curly black hair whipped in the wind, making him look
very unkempt, rugged, and nonchalant, as if fine grooming was so not important
because he was stunningly handsome no matter what he wore or did.
"Excuse me, sir?" I said.
The waiter turned.
"What's that guy's name? The one with
the black curly hair."
"Nickolas Angelopoulos." He stood
for a moment. "Anything else I can help you with?"
"Nope. Thank you," I said, not
taking my eyes off the amazing-looking man.
"You're gawking."
I shook myself and looked down. Remy was
hanging on the side of the pool. "Yeah, I guess I am."
Enough
of that.
"I'm coming in." I walked over to
the diving board and performed a perfect dive. I had always been very athletic,
and I knew my body showed it.
I swam several laps, trying not to look at
this guy named Nickolas, and climbed out of the pool, dripping water, and
squeezing it out of my thick mane. I shivered a little in the cool wind, and as
I finished drying, I saw out of the corner of my eye that Nicholas was staring
at me – well, at my chest anyway. I looked down to see that my nipples were
perfectly erect through my black bikini. I quickly draped my towel around my
shoulders so it covered my breasts and was suddenly looking for a quick way to
exit.
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