Hunt on dark waters

Katee Robert

Book - 2023

"Evelyn is a witch with a perfect storm of impulses: terrible taste in bed partners, sticky fingers, and a lust for danger. After she steals from her vampire ex and falls through a portal to another realm, she's fished out of the waters by a band of seafarers and their telekinetic captain. She's immediately given a choice--join their group or die. Bowen has no memory of his life before he became one of the Cŵn Annwn. He and his pirate crew are bound by vow to patrol through Threshold, the magical sea in between realms, keeping the portals to other worlds safe. When he rescues Evelyn, he doesn't expect to be attracted to the unflappably brassy pickpocket. The longer he spends in her presence, the more he begins to questi...on if his heart is the next thing she'll steal. But as tension heats up between Bowen and Evelyn, danger escalates as well. Because Evelyn has no intention of keeping her vows to the Cŵn Annwn, and if she betrays the crew, both she and Bowen will pay the ultimate price..."--

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Romance fiction
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New York : Berkley Romance 2023.
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English
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Katee Robert (author)
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First edition
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Review by Booklist Review

In this fun and exciting first book of a pirate-themed series, skilled pickpocket Evelyn has recently called off her situationship with a hot vampire by stealing her ex's jewels and escaping through a portal, only to find herself stranded in the middle of an unfamiliar ocean with Bowen, a brooding captain who informs her she's now a member of his pirate crew. Bowen has served the Cŵn Annwn since he was a boy and has strict views both on how a ship is run and how a monster is hunted. As he realizes the other sailors don't share his moral compass, Bowen can't help but find himself drawn to Evelyn. Though Evelyn is focused on getting home and hiding from her vampire ex, who is intent on hunting her down and killing her, she just can't ignore the appeal of the sexy pirate captain with a heart of gold. Robert fans will enjoy this fresh, new setting on the high seas, as well as the enticing spice.

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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

With this delightful series opener, bestseller Robert (Neon Gods) throws together a fun mishmash of tropes to deliver a swashbuckling romantasy that both embraces and subverts expectations. After witch pickpocket Evelyn is unceremoniously dumped by her vampire friend-with-benefits, Lizzie, she steals some of Lizzie's family heirlooms and flees through a magic portal--only to wind up stranded in the middle of the sea in Threshold, a watery realm that connects to myriad other worlds. She's rescued by Bowen, telekinetic captain of the pirate vessel Crimson Hag. He gives her the standard offer: join his crew, the fearsome Cŵn Annwn, or be thrown back into the water to die. Reluctantly, Evelyn swears the required loyalty oath, though she's still determined to find her way home, vows be damned. The initial friction between stubborn witch and resolute captain grows into mutual attraction, but it's not until they're stranded alone on an island that they explore this desire. Evelyn and Bowen have considerable chemistry, leading to both entertaining conflict between them and spicy intimate interludes that put Bowen's telekinesis to good use. Though the worldbuilding occasionally feels a bit thin, the plot is fraught with danger and treachery, keeping the pages turning. This promises more good things to come in future installments. Agent: Laura Bradford, Bradford Literary. (Nov.)

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Review by Library Journal Review

The first novel in Robert's (Electric Idol) magical "Crimson Sails" series follows a feisty, thieving witch who is saved from drowning only to be held captive on a pirate ship. After making the rash decision to steal from a dangerous ex, Evelyn jumps through a portal to escape and finds herself in the middle of the sea. She is rescued by Captain Bowen of the Crimson Hag and is forced to choose between death or conscription to the Cŵn Annwn, protectors of Threshold realm, the gateway to the rest of the realms in the universe. Evelyn has every intention of escaping back to her home realm, and her irreverent attitude forces Bowen to question his role with the Cŵn Annwn. The couple's immediate attraction only grows, and they find themselves courting love and tempting danger in their adventures across the open seas. The worldbuilding and mix of mythologies feel a little jumbled at times, but Robert continues to shine with their inclusive characters and flawlessly executed romance tropes. VERDICT A clever-witch-meets-stern-pirate, open-door, one-bed delight.--Maria Martin

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Review by Kirkus Book Review

A chaotic, thieving witch finds herself stuck in a multiverse purgatory with a mysterious and stalwart pirate captain. Evelyn has a penchant for courting disaster, especially when her latest friends-with-benefits situation has gone sour. Seeking to needle her vampire ex-girlfriend, Lizzie, Evelyn makes off with some of Lizzie's precious heirlooms. Escaping from her angry ex, Evelyn takes the only way out: a magic portal that literally dumps her directly into unfamiliar waters. Her saving grace comes from the crew of the Crimson Hag, led by its telekinetic captain, Bowen. Evelyn learns that she's in Threshold, a realm connected to every other realm in existence. Bowen and his crew patrol its waters, fighting off all manner of frightening creatures that seek to make their way into other worlds. Bowen offers Evelyn a deal: She can join his crew or be tossed back into the sea, because becoming a resident of Threshold is permanent, one way or another. Though Evelyn agrees to his terms, she has no intention of upholding them and plans to return to her own world at the first chance she gets. Evelyn and Bowen are delightful opposites. She is cheeky, flirtatious, and has no problem inviting in a bit of trouble. Her attitude often chafes against Bowen's; he adheres to rules and laws to a stubborn degree. Their banter is fun, but Evelyn adopts a "here for a good time, not a long time" mentality that doesn't promise the romance a lasting foundation; it seems more likely that Bowen will become another temporary, no-strings-attached escapade for Evelyn than that they'll have a happily-ever-after. The action and adventure are where things really shine. Seeing Evelyn, Bowen, and the rest of the crew tackle insurmountable odds and dangerous monsters makes this magical, high-seas romp a quick read, even if the romance feels underutilized. The adventure is more engaging than the romance, which is sexy but shallow. Copyright (c) Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

Copyright (c) Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

chapter 1 Evelyn My grandmother taught me everything I know. She was a withered old crone when my mother died, leaving me alone at the ripe old age of six. Bunny, as she insisted I call her, pulled up in an ancient car, took one look at me, and tsked. "Look just like her, don't you? Get in, little bird. No point in standing around with your thumb up your ass." She didn't have much respect for laws-human or otherwise-but Bunny had an endless list of rules that were nearly impossible to keep track of. Don't do spell work during an eclipse. If you're going to lie, make it a good one. It doesn't matter what path you tread in life as long as it's the right one for you. And stay the fuck away from vampires. Bunny is probably rolling in her grave right now. Or she would be if I'd buried her when she died, the day after I turned eighteen. Our kind don't like graves-another thing she taught me. We prefer to be scattered with the elements, our ashes little bits of stardust going back to the earth and sea and air and fire. She held on to this life until she was no longer needed, and then she moved on to walk paths I can't follow. It's just as well she's not around anymore to see what I've become. Case in point: the gorgeous vampire leaning against the bar at my side. Lizzie isn't my girlfriend. She doesn't do labels, and I'm too much Bunny's child to date a vampire. Sleeping with one, though? I've always liked to play things too close to the edge. Hopefully this time won't kick me in the ass. My track record says otherwise, but hey, I'm a slow learner when there's fun to be had. It's not like I spend much time with Lizzie. We met six months ago, and after spending a glorious two weeks in bed that I wasn't sure I'd survive, we've been asteroids pinging into each other before flying away to commit destruction elsewhere. I didn't even know she was back in town until I got a text two hours ago with a time and place. Imagine my surprise when I show up to a hole-in-the-wall bar filled with an equal mix of humans and paranormal folk. Most of the time us magical people avoid regular humans. They don't know we exist, and we prefer to keep it that way. But there are places that are exceptions to that rule, and this bar is one of them. It doesn't seem like Lizzie's speed, but what do I know? It's not like we spend our time together talking. "What about that one?" I follow Lizzie's chin jerk to the pretty, petite woman sitting by herself at the end of the bar. It's considered rude to scan other paranormals, so I don't risk it, but she gives off a human vibe. Which means Lizzie wants to play. We've done it a few times, picked up a human at a bar and taken her to the nearest hotel to have a night of sex and, occasionally, magic. As a bloodline vampire, Lizzie's bite is orgasmic, which paves the way for a whole lot of fun. I'm not in the mood tonight. I shouldn't have answered Lizzie's text at all, or at least I should have begged off. It's the twenty-third of April, which means I turned twenty-five yesterday. It also means Bunny's been dead for seven years as of today. A lucky number, but it doesn't feel lucky right now. Grief is a strange thing. Most days, I get by on the warmth of doing spells Bunny taught me, or cleaning with the particular concoction of kitchen-witch magic shit that she swore warded away negative emotions. On the bad days, I go through a whole systematic process of remembering her. Cleaning and spell work and baking her favorite cookies, cumulating in a tearful trip through the box of photos I keep tucked away in my closet. She'd whack me upside the back of my head if she saw me on those days, would remind me that the dead aren't gone for good and there's no point in wasting my living years mourning someone who's stepped through a door to the next part of this grand journey we call existence. On the good days, I believe her. On the bad days? Not so much. And the anniversary of her death is always a bad day. "Evelyn." Lizzie's voice is cold, but that's nothing new. She might be downright sizzling when we're in bed, but she doesn't fuck around with the warmer emotions outside of it. I sigh and try to focus. Giving her any less than one hundred percent of my attention is dangerous, which is exactly why I shouldn't have come out tonight. I look at the human woman again. She's rubbing her straw against her bottom lip in a really enticing way as she watches us . . . watches Lizzie. "She's pretty." "Do you have another choice?" I glance half-heartedly around the room. Nearly everyone is watching Lizzie, though most of them aren't doing it overtly. I can't blame them. She's a sight to behold, a lean white woman with a tight ponytail of dark hair and a penchant for athleisure. Her leggings and fitted long-sleeved shirt should make her look like a soccer mom who wandered into this dingy bar on accident. Like prey. Lizzie, being a bloodline vampire from the family that possesses the magic to control the blood in a person's body, money beyond comprehension, and an orgasmic bite, has never been prey in her life. The other predators in the room know it, too. I catch sight of a female werewolf hauling her partner out the front door, and there's a demon with a wickedly skillful glamour in the corner who's motioning for his tab. Clearing the way for Lizzie to hunt. Too bad I'm not in the mood tonight. I knock back my third-fourth? fifth?-tequila shot and set the glass on the bar, trying to ignore the stickiness of the counter. "Whatever you want. She's fine." Any other night, I'd be sidling up to the woman at the end of the bar and giving her my best charming smile as I buy her a drink and lead her back to Lizzie. Tonight, it feels like too much work. "Getting jealous, Evelyn?" Even if I was-and I'm not-I know better than to say as much. Lizzie might like fucking me, but I'm not foolish enough to think she'd ever let orgasms get in the way of murdering me if the mood strikes. Really, Bunny was right. I'm a damned fool. It's the only explanation for the way I jump into bed with Lizzie over and over again, part of me thrilled to be dancing right up to the edge of ruin. It's that desire that has me leaning into Lizzie. I can have fun tonight. I'll make myself have fun tonight, even if it kills me. I don't have a death wish, normally, but nothing's normal on April twenty-third. Not anymore. "Maybe I'll take her home instead of roping her in for you." I grin up at Lizzie. "Want to make it a wager?" She studies me with her eerie dark eyes. "Are you drunk?" "No. Probably not. Okay, maybe a little." I'm just being sentimental and letting it get the best of me. Not that Lizzie would know that yesterday was my birthday or that today marks Bunny being gone seven years. That's not the kind of relationship we have. What we have can't even be called a relationship. It's a . . . what do my mortal peers call it? A situationship. "If you're not drunk, then what's wrong with you? You never act like this." If I were a different person, if we were different people, this would be the turning point for us. I would confess why I'm so down, and she'd do something to comfort me. That's the stuff of romantic movies, though. Not real life. "I don't want to talk about it." "Evelyn." "It's fine. I'm fine." I lift my hand to flag down the bartender for another shot, but Lizzie catches my wrist. "Don't bother. We're leaving." I blink. "Excuse me?" "I'm not in the habit of repeating myself." She drops a wad of money on the bar and drags me toward the door. She's moving fast enough that I can barely keep my feet. I catch sight of the woman at the end of the bar and her disappointed look, and then we're at the door. No one moves to help me, though I'm not exactly in danger. At least, I don't think I am? "Lizzie?" I almost knock my hip into one of the tables, but somehow Lizzie senses it and jerks me to the side at the last moment. I hiss out a breath. "Where's the fire?" "You're walking wounded right now. Every predator in that building was about to come sniffing." I blink, but my response is lost as she hauls me through the door and the cold nighttime air slaps me in the face. It should sober me right up, but somehow it makes me realize exactly how drunk I am. I weave on my feet and jerk my arm out of Lizzie's grasp. Or I try. All I get for my trouble is what will probably be an outstanding bruise tomorrow. "Let go." She ignores me. "If I put you in a cab, are you going to go home and sleep this off?" Ten minutes ago, that's all I wanted to do. Now, I dig in my heels, buoyed on by the promise tequila whispers through my blood of a good night that couldn't possibly end in ruin. "It's early." "Evelyn." "Lizzie." I mimic her tone. "You wanted the pretty lady. Let's go get her." "I'm not in the mood to babysit a melancholy drunk." "That's rude. I'm not melancholy. Melancholy is for poets and people writing the Next Great American Novel. I'm happy. Fun. A riotous good time." "Mmm." We reach the curb and she lifts her hand, I'm assuming to flag down a cab. But the car that pulls up is dark and without a single identifying thing on it. I'm not even sure of the make and model. I peer at it. "Is this one of those expensive black-car experiences? Because I might pay my bills just fine, but I do that by not wasting money on shit like this. It's ostentatious, Lizzie. Honestly, just wasteful." She looks at me, and I could almost swear I see her considering whether or not to rip my throat out and just be done with this mess. She finally shakes her head. "Get in the car, Evelyn, or I will make you get in the car." "If you-" Apparently we've reached the end of Lizzie's patience. She pulls a move that I might be impressed with if I weren't so damn irritated, jerking me forward with one hand and grabbing me by the back of the neck at the same time that she opens the door. I barely have the opportunity to curse when she's shoving me into the back seat. "Stop treating me like I'm a threat!" "You're not a threat. You're a liability." She slides in behind me and slams the door. I reach for the handle of the other door, but the car pulls away from the curb fast enough to throw me back against the seat. She just . . . She honestly just . . . I spin around and look at the driver. A quick scan-it's rude, but I don't care-tells me they're a vampire. Damn it. I lean forward and knock on the back of the driver's seat. "Excuse me, I'm being kidnapped." Lizzie rolls her eyes. "You're not being kidnapped. I'm saving you from yourself. You're welcome." "No, I'm definitely being kidnapped. Stop the car." The driver doesn't answer, but I honestly didn't expect them to. They're one of Lizzie's minions, a bitten vampire who serves a bloodline vampire. Funny how vampire culture mimics capitalism so thoroughly, but she's never appreciated it when I point it out. Bunny was really onto something with her rule about staying away from vampires. "I'm not a liability," I mutter. "And I don't need saving." "Sure." She snorts. "Whatever you say, Evelyn." I slump back against the seat, my brain sloshing about inside my skull. "I think I hate you." "No, you don't." No, I don't. I slide over and lay my head on her shoulder. "Fine. I don't hate you." "I know." I poke her arm. Just when I'm sure Lizzie has no sense of humor to speak of, she lets little glimpses of it out. I'm nearly certain she's making fun of me right now, but when I look up at her gorgeous face, there's only a small smile curving her lips. In the darkness of the back seat, I can almost convince myself that her eyes have warmed a little, too. "I guess I should thank you for saving me from myself. Will orgasms work in payment?" "Evelyn." There's fond exasperation in her tone. "Close your eyes and rest." I don't know if it's vampire magic or alcohol, but my eyes slide shut despite my best efforts to keep them open. Sleep flickers and flirts, finally sweeping me away into its dark embrace. It's almost enough to convince myself I feel Lizzie's fingers stroking soothingly through my hair. chapter 2 Evelyn Wake up, Evelyn." I lift my head from the pillow and blink at Lizzie. My head pounds in time with my heartbeat and my mouth tastes . . . well, best not to think too hard about how bad my mouth tastes. "I need a toothbrush." I look around, recognition rolling over me in waves. I've been here only a few times; I recognize the large bed with its absurdly high thread count and nice down comforter. I'm still not even sure if vampires sleep, but Lizzie does nothing halfway. The bedroom is a luxurious dark oasis. Too luxurious for my tastes. Too dark. But I can appreciate it in small doses. "Why am I in your bed?" I sit up and have to press my lips together to keep from being sick. "Why did you bring me here? You should have just sent me home." I have a vague memory of her carrying me into the house and tucking me in with her usual capable briskness. It might warm my heart if I didn't feel so nauseous. Of course, then she promptly ruins it. "So you could choke on your own vomit and die alone? I don't think so." She waves a hand. "It doesn't matter now. There's no time. You need to go." Her expression is cold and her voice remote, not even a hint of the warmth I've gotten used to. There's definitely none of the softness she showed me last night. Excerpted from Hunt on Dark Waters by Katee Robert All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.