Asylum Harbor

ISBN Digital: 9781509203352
ISBN Print: 9781509203321
Page Count: 194
Word Count: 45430
Rating: Spicy

The Salty Dog Series, Book One

Trouble is the last thing Devon Brown needs when she leaves the painful memories of her past behind and heads to Shell Island. As the Salty Dog’s new bartender, she finds herself drawn to Kerr, the Shell Island harbormaster.  But finding her happily-ever-after is difficult when dealing with an obnoxious bootlegger who supplies the bar with illegal liquor and a jealous coworker.

A standoffish loner with damaged emotions, Kerr avoids relationships like the plague.  Things change when Devon catches his eye. As a simple flirtation grows serious, the coworker and bootlegger quickly become obstacles to any future Kerr and Devon may have together. As the situation worsens, Devon realizes that even the still waters of Asylum Harbor are no refuge during a storm.


Devon watched the sudden spark in Kerr’s eyes turn to repulsion, and then hatred. “Bring your sweet ass over here with some tequila, and we’ll have a party.”

“That’s the guy I told you about.” She gave Kerr a weak smile before going to check on the obnoxious new patron. She placed one drink in front of him. His hand shot out and wrenched her arm, mashing it against the bar top.

“So you’re the new girl, huh? Victoria and Diane have told me all about you.” Being this close to him, she couldn’t determine if his body odor or breath smelled worse. “I’ve been in lockup, and I haven’t had any for a while.” He twisted her wrist. “You should come out to my boat tonight. We’ll share some absinthe, and I’ll make you see that green fairy.”

“I’m working.” She tried to pry her arm away. “And you’re disgusting.”

“Let go of her, Porter,” Kerr warned.

Porter. He was viler than she had imagined. He loosened his grasp enough where she was able to break free from him.

“You already got dibs on this one, Kerr?” Porter shot an evil glare at the opposite end of the bar and looked back toward her. “I’ll see you tonight.” He flicked his tongue. “After work.” He raised his glass in a mock toast and chugged it in one gulp.

The lights dimmed for Victoria’s dance of the night. Devon watched Kerr, who was usually headed for the exit by now, and breathed a sigh of relief when he remained glued to his seat with his back to the stage. He wasn’t staying for Victoria’s peep show. There must have been something about this Porter character that got under his skin in a bad way.

Devon was eager for the quick break. She hustled to the back as the chords to “Simply Irresistible” began to pelt out over the speakers and ran some cold water over her forearm. A red welt was beginning to show where Porter had held onto it. She hoped he would be gone by the time she got back.

Making it out before mid-song, Devon rounded the bar when someone snagged her wrist and thrust her hard against the bar, knocking the wind out of her. She could smell Porter’s alcohol-laced breath as his weight pinned her under him. One of his grubby hands shot under her shirt while the other wrestled with the button on her pants. “Let’s give them a real show.”

She struggled to reach the Equalizer, but it remained hidden, out of her grasp. Devon hoisted her knee toward his crotch, but Porter lost his balance and fell backward before she could make contact.

Kerr towered over him. “Get your hands off her.”

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