Hot River: Noodlin' for Nadine
by Kate Hill
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-084-1
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure
Series: Hot River
Nadine is just a water nymph lazing about in her favorite underwater cave when she feels a pair of pleasantly rough male hands rubbing her in all the right places. She knows this is too real to be a daydream. It’s more like the man of her dreams has found her, but is their love strong enough to cross the boundary between water and land?
When Brady reached into the underwater cave and felt soft, womanly curves instead of a slippery catfish, he knew something was off.
At first he thought he’d spent too much time underwater this morning and it had affected his mind. He had a water obsession and spent almost as much time in Hot River as a merman or selkie.
Noodling was his passion, but in the magical world noodling -- catching catfish with one’s bare hands -- was even more exciting than in the mortal world. In Hot River, which flowed through and connected the entire realm of magic, catfish were enchanted. Those who caught them and managed to hold on long enough would gain the power to breathe underwater for a time, usually a couple of hours. They could swim like a fish and to a man like Brady who revered the water, it was worth the risk.
He proudly bore noodling scars on his hands and arms. Not only did he enjoy the magical rush of swimming freely beneath the waves, but he loved the challenge of overpowering the mighty fish.
When he’d set out after dusk, he thought nothing could excite him more than a night spent on Hot River. He had no idea how exciting it would really be until that moment.
“Dang,” he murmured, his hand sliding along soft, womanly curves. Smooth thighs and hips made for a man to hang onto had his heart beating faster. His eyes slipped shut and he caressed a gently rounded, wonderfully feminine belly. His cock twitching and breath quickening, he moved his palms upward. Oh, baby. Here come the breasts. There have to be breasts.
Yeah. There were breasts all right. Brady’s hands cupped the full, lush spheres. He kneaded gently and stretched his fingers, seeking the tight, straining nipples.
Then a horrible thought struck him. What was a woman doing underwater? Had he stumbled upon a dead body? His stomach clenched and he jerked away, his heart pounding.
He knew what he needed to do, but he didn’t relish the idea. Still, if someone was stuck in that cave, dead or alive, he had to find out. He took a deep breath and plunged beneath the surface.
To his surprise, once underwater, he found himself face-to-face with the most adorable woman he’d ever seen. She was very much alive. She had large blue eyes slanting upward at the corners and long, pale blue hair that fanned out seductively around her. Seeing her surprised him so much that he nearly swallowed a mouthful of water.
A smile spread across her full lips and she swam toward the surface, her curvy, supple body brushing against his. Brady didn’t hesitate to follow her. He broke the surface, somewhat breathless, not from being under for so little time, but from anticipation and arousal.
“Tell me, Mister, do you make a habit of groping water nymphs?” she demanded.
“I didn’t mean to grope anybody. I was just out here looking for catfish and --”
She looked shocked. “Do I look like a catfish?”
“No. Not at all. You sure don’t feel like one, either,” he said with a little grin that he hoped would relieve some of the tension between them.
For a moment they stared at each other and he thought again how cute she was. More than cute. Irresistible. He’d like nothing more than to feel her again, this time while kissing those pouting lips.
He noted her skin carried a hint of lavender and her eyelashes were dark blue. In all the years Brady had spent along Hot River, he had never seen a water nymph in person. Usually they stayed in the deepest parts of the river, or the most secluded. Even to those in the magical community, water nymphs were considered creatures of fable, as elusive as the Spirit of Hot River itself.
“Well, don’t you have something to say?” she asked, lifting her chin slightly. “Or are you just going to stare at me?”
“I’m sorry,” he replied. “Sorry for touching you like that and sorry for staring. You’re just so --”