Shibari Sails (audiobook)

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Piracy and pleasure in the Caribbean!

Description

Vanessa Fullright is a poor little rich girl with a beautiful motor-sail yacht and a desperate need to feel the freedom of the open sea. A couple of years in prison for something that wasn’t her fault will do that to a person.

Her trusted crew has a traitor that might send them all to Davy Jones’ locker. Can an ex-con, an ex-Navy SEAL, a stripper, a pro-domme and The Baitman fill a niche for expensive fetish adventures in the islands, learn to trust again, and avoid watery graves?

Note: This audiobook runs for approximately one hour and forty five minutes.

Excerpts

Here are the first couple of chapters for your reading pleasure.

Chapter 1: Good Times

Damn! It felt great to be alive!

An early sunset, caused by a row of black thunderheads, created the sort of coral pink and powder blue sky that had inspired South Florida’s art deco movement. It was a blend of pastels that managed to look both subtle and neon-bright.

“Vanessa? You there, hon?” It was her dad’s voice.

“I’m in the pool.” She placed two hands on the edge, pushed and twisted in a familiar move that left her sitting on the edge. Two weeks past her eighteenth birthday, the young woman was tall, slender and had an athletic figure. Her private school beach volleyball team was one of the best in the state and she was one of their top players.

She watched Dr. Fullright slide the glass door aside and walk over to the edge of the pool. At six foot four inches and two hundred pounds, he moved with a dancer’s grace. His dark hair and brown eyes, were in sharp contrast to his daughter’s dishwater blonde hair and blue eyes. “How’d the last of the final exams go today?”

“No problem at all. Don’t worry; my GPA is in great shape. I stand a better than fair chance at getting that law school scholarship.”

“Great. Well, I wanted to give you a heads up. One of my cosmetic surgery patients is hosting a bash in the islands this weekend. She’s invited your mother and me.”

Her brows furrowed. “But graduation is this coming week.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll fly back Sunday evening. You and Tina can invite some friends over for your own celebration. Just don’t let it get too out of hand, eh?” He winked at his eldest daughter.

She answered him with a wry grin. Her sister had recently hit the magical sweet sixteen and thought the best way to rebel against the parental units was to date noisy idiots. The latest was a seventeen-year-old dropout that worked at the local skate park and had formed a band.

A flash of lightening, almost immediately followed by thunder announced the cool breath of a gust front. It was warning enough of the approaching storm. South Florida summer was here, with a vengeance.

She grabbed her towel and followed him inside. “When are you leaving?”

“Your mom’s packing our overnight bags right now. I’ve already called the airport and the twin Beech has been rolled out of the hangar for fueling. We’re going to take you two to dinner tonight and then fly out first thing in the morning. It’s only a short flight. We should be on Bimini in plenty of time for brunch.” He closed the glass door just as the first huge raindrops darkened the patio tiles.

* * * * *

Vanessa stood to one side while Bruce Summers hugged his big brother. Bryan had been in the Navy for almost seven years and here he was, deployed who-knows-where, once more. As soon as Bryan cleared security, he waved and walked down the corridor.

“I hope he’ll be okay.”

Her boyfriend gave a fake laugh and lied. “I’m not worried about him. He’s a SEAL. You can’t kill those motherfuckers.”

Back in her shiny new Miata, Bruce told her his folks were attending some golf event down in Miami.

They had left earlier and that meant he and Vanessa had the run of his place for the evening.

An hour later, the two were enjoying wine and cheese in his pool house, while watching the moon rise over the Gulf Stream.

Vanessa took a sip, then asked, “You still off to Harvard after graduation?”

“Yeah. Orientation is ten days and my folks and I are going to summer up in the Hamptons. You want to join us?”

“Sorry lover, but I’m on course for Washington, DC. Mom has found this lovely flat, overlooking the Potomac. I figure four years there, then out to Stanford for post-grad.” Vanessa tossed off the last of the wine, stood up and peeled out of her tee-shirt and designer jeans. “C’mon. Let’s cool off.” She loved the way his eyes always opened wider when she showed off a lacey new thong.

His bronze surfer body seemed to glow in the moonlight as he took time getting undressed. Bruce never bothered with underwear and his arousal was all too evident when he slipped into the water and swam after her.

She dodged and swam between his legs, squeezing him on the ass as she passed. He rolled under and followed her back to the shallow end of the pool.

“Not so fast, Nessa.” He grabbed her ankle and pulled her under.

Two slick bodies tumbled about for a second and she found herself backed against the pool wall. Her arms were around his shoulders and one of his hands was cupping her ass, pulling her tight against him. His other hand had a fist full of her hair and was gently, but firmly pulling her head back. Their kisses were an odd combination of wine and chlorine-laced pool water, but that was just another part of the sexual magic.

The lace thong hit the hibiscus bush and he carried her to the poolside cabana where he had his stash of condoms and lubricant. They knew from experience that while it was wonderfully erotic to kiss in the pool, screwing in the chlorinated water was uncomfortable at best.

Once protected, they gave in to teenage abandon and her gasp at his sudden intrusion was quickly followed by a soft moan.

Chapter 2: Mistakes

Everyone traded hugs and the two girls watched their father’s antique Lamborghini rumble south on A1A, heading towards Jupiter inlet and the bridge back to the mainland.

“You heard Dad gave us permission for a party tonight. How’s that sound, Tina?”

“Kinda boring, actually. I was planning on heading down to that new club just off Clematis. Johnny’s band is opening and we can get in with band passes.”

“You know the folks don’t want you hanging with him. And just how were you going to get down there?”

“Yeah. He can be a jerk at times, but you have to admit, he’s gorgeous with his shirt off. I was hoping you’d give me a ride down in your Miata. They’re only playing one set since it’s just a warm up for the headline band. He can give me a ride home.”

“You really think I’m going to let my sister come home with a bunch of stoner musicians? I don’t think so.”

“Oh please. This is their first paid gig and it’s really important… Pleeeese?”

Vanessa rolled her eyes. “Okay. I’ll take you down, but I’m staying for the set.”

Tina stuck her lip out. “I do not need a chaperon.”

“Call it a double date.”

“I thought Charlie was going to be out of town?”

“He is, but I’m thinking Sandy might join us.”

“Your volleyball team mate?”

“Yep. She’s not doing anything this weekend and your boy toy can’t object to going out for dinner after his gig with three beautiful women.”

* * * *

Like most new joints downtown West Palm, the place was packed. The two sisters got pink bands on their wrists that signified they were underage and could not be served alcohol. Armed with something sweet and frosty, Vanessa and Sandy stood back, towards the door, while Tina pushed to the front and gleefully damaged her hearing.

As expected, Johnny’s band sucked. Like most inexperienced musicians, they tried to make up for their lack of skill with lots of volume, thundering drums, and wild gyrations on stage. Vanessa was glad they were only staying for one set. Sandy, meanwhile, had hooked up with an old friend and they were making eyes at each other.

Tina hugged and kissed Johnny and dragged him over to see her sister. “Hey, Nessa. Jon and Ernesto invited us out for dinner.”

“Sorry, but we all can’t fit in my Miata and I’m not leaving it downtown overnight.”

“Why don’t you let Sandy drive the Miata back to our place since she lives just up the street? The boys will give us a ride home.”

She was all set to say no, but her sister’s pleading look won her over. “Okay. Let me give her the keys and we’ll go.”

* * * *

It turns out that Ernesto’s sister was working at Don Ramon’s on Military Trail. The four of them enjoyed a tasty Cuban meal. When the girls hit the ladies room, nobody noticed Johnny dropping white powder into their drinks.

By the time they paid the bill and were walking the parking lot, Vanessa was feeling a bit dizzy. Her sister got in the back seat of the beat up old station wagon with Johnny, while her older sibling fought with the seatbelt snap. Ernesto thought it was funny and helped buckle her in.

“I don’t feel so good. Let’s head back.”

The Latino’s grin widened. “No problemo. I’ve just got to get us some gas at the local Stop-N-Rob and we’ll go someplace where we can all relax and enjoy this beautiful night.”

That didn’t sound right to Vanessa, but she was having too much trouble focusing to think hard about it. The streetlights were way too bright and all the other cars were moving at a blur. She heard a giggle from the backseat. Tina was leaning back with Johnny’s arm around her shoulder while his other hand cupped a breast. She had a really stupid-looking grin on her face. Vanessa almost grinned back at her, but the car changed direction and they were bumping over the curb, into the gas station.

When the car stopped, the world kept on moving for Vanessa.

“Excuse me. I need the ladies room.” She struggled with the seat belt and once more, Ernesto had to help her. That all seemed terribly wrong, but her stomach was making some serious noises and she navigated an obstacle course beeline for the restrooms.

She barely made it when her stomach finally had enough of the abuse and expelled everything it could. It seemed like hours, but was probably only five minutes or so, before she could really catch her breath and wash her face. The makeup was a mess, but screw it. The blonde socialite just wanted to get home and get in bed.

That’s when she heard the first gunshot.

She heard two more shots as she struggled with the door bolt. It finally slammed wide and she ran around the side of the building.

The monster V8 in the rusty old station wagon was roaring, as the junker full of band gear burnt rubber leaving the parking lot. Johnny was leaning against the store’s door frame, blood pouring from his shoulder and he was pointing a gun inside. Another shot rang out and he fell backwards, dropping the gun. His head made a loud thump on the pavement.

Vanessa screamed and an Asian teenager with a gun of his own, stepped forward and pointed it at her.

“Stop right there! Hands in the air! Now!”

Gasping for air and shivering with fear, she tried to comply, but the world swam around her and the last thing she remembered was vomiting and stumbling forward as something slammed into her side.


 

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