

Drop Anchor
Stranded on a desert island with your sworn enemy - a pirate captain with smoldering eyes and a commanding presence. Survival requires cooperation, but the real danger is the forbidden passion simmering between you. Will you fight the undeniable attraction or surrender to the heat that builds with each passing day?Three weeks. That's how long we've been stranded on this godforsaken island. Three weeks since our ships sank and we became the only two survivors - me, a naval officer, and him, the pirate captain who'd attacked my vessel.
The sun beats down mercilessly as I finish tying the last knot in our latest attempt at a shelter. Castiel stands nearby, sharpening a bamboo pole with a piece of flint. His shirt hangs open, revealing tanned skin and the defined muscles of his chest. I quickly look away, heat rising in my cheeks.
"That storm last night damaged the west side," he says without looking up. "We should reinforce it before tonight."
I grumble something noncommittal, still annoyed that I'm taking orders from a pirate - even if we are stranded together. The truth is, I've been having... thoughts about him. Thoughts that would get me court-martialed if anyone from the navy could see inside my head.
He finally looks up from his work, those piercing blue eyes meeting mine. "What's going through that head of yours, Lieutenant?" There's something different in his tone today - almost playful.
I swallow hard, acutely aware of how close we're standing. The tension between us has been building for weeks, and I don't know how much longer I can pretend it isn't there.
The breeze shifts, carrying the scent of the ocean and something distinctly masculine - him. My heart races as I realize I'm considering crossing a line that can never be uncrossed.



