Inked: Rough Waters

INKED 1: ROUGH WATERS
by Kate Hill
Format(s): Ebook
Heat Level: Erotic
Pairing(s): M/F
Genre/Themes: Vampire
Length: Novella
Publisher: Changeling Press
Cover Art: Karen Fox
ISBN: 978-1-60521-483-2
Purchase Link: Changeling Press
Related Books or Books Set in the Same Universe: Inked, Mate Marks, Mate Marks Cursed, Prowleryns
Related Free Stories: Goodnight, Diva

Blurb:

One moment Samantha is admiring a tattooed man at the gym and the next she's aboard a private yacht with no idea how she got there. Faced with two mysterious men -- one she trusts and one she fears -- she experiences mind-blowing sex with a vampire while avoiding death. A night of heaven and hell...

Lured onto his estranged creator's yacht, Geoffrey meets a woman he can't resist, but is Samantha part of a scheme to tempt him into indulging in his long-repressed bloodlust?

The following excerpt from ROUGH WATERS is for readers 18 and over.


"I don't know what's going on, but--" The shipped rocked violently and Samantha stopped speaking and focused on keeping her balance. It was impossible. Once again they lurched on the waves. She tumbled onto Geoffrey who landed flat on his back, Samantha on top of him.

Instinctively her thighs clasped him. Straddling him, she braced her hands against his chest. Their startled gazes locked.

"What's going on?" she asked breathlessly.

"Feels like a storm to me," he said, grasping her waist.

The shipped tossed again and Samantha let go of a little shriek at the same moment Geoffrey gave a masculine shout. They rolled across the floor and landed with their positions reversed. Geoffrey's long, hard body pinned hers to the carpeted floor.

Bracing a hand on either side of her head, he raised himself slightly, relieving her of a portion of his weight.

"Something isn't right here," he said gruffly, his lips centimeters from her. "It feels like we're in the middle of a typhoon but all I want to do is fuck you. What did John do?"

Again they tumbled across the floor. This time she landed on top.

"How should I know?" she panted, torn between fear of the ship sinking and the most intense arousal she'd ever felt in her life. "He's your family, not mine!"

The ship rocked so hard she thought for sure they'd capsize. She screamed and Geoffrey's arms tightened around her as they rolled again. Before they struck the wall he managed to turn his body so that he took the brunt of the blow. He grunted on impact.

"You okay?" she asked. Why did she care?

"Yeah. You?"

"I think so, but I'm not sure it matters. Do you think we're sinking?"

"Not sure."

They stood, steadying each other.

"We better find out what's going on," he said, taking her hand.

Instead of pulling away she clung to him. No sooner had he opened the door than John appeared drenched in seawater and looking disheveled. He pushed tendrils of black hair from his forehead.

"Are we going down?" Geoffrey asked.

John shook his head. "No, but we're off course and our communications have been knocked out."

Samantha, girl, don't panic.

"Do you need help topside?" Geoffrey asked.

"The captain has everything under control. We lost a couple of guests overboard, but it's no big deal."

Samantha stared at him in horror.

"Don't looked so worried. They won't be missed," John told her, a wicked grin on his full lips.

Geoffrey glanced at Samantha and said, "We're probably better off without them. Believe me, this isn't a group you want to be lost at sea with."

"We can keep her safe. Right, Geoffrey?" John said.

The men held each other's gazes--John with an antagonizing smirk and Geoffrey with his jaw set in anger.

"I need to get back--"

"No, John, you need to tell me what the fuck is going on." Geoffrey grabbed his arm and pulled him into the cabin.