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Hot River
The Following excerpt from NOODLIN' FOR NADINE is for readers 18 and over.
Excerpt from Noodlin' for Nadine by Kate Hill
Available from Changeling Press.Blurb:
Brady's number one pastime is noodling. He loves the thrill of catching magical catfish with his bare hands. Imagine his surprise when he's feeling for catfish beneath the waters of Hot River and gets a handful of womanly curves instead.
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?
Excerpt:
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.