Hooked (A Romance on the Edge Novel)

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HOOKED

Tiffinie Helmer

C
OPYRIGHT
I
NFORMATION

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

HOOKED

All rights reserved.

Copyright © 2013 by Tiffinie Helmer

ISBN-13: 978-0615791050

ISBN-10: 0615791050

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in, or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the publisher of this book. For more information, please direct your correspondence to:

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Cover Designs by Kelli Ann Morgan

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Publishing History: First Edition

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A
CKNOWLEDGEMENTS

First to my mother, Barb Blanc, who dove into commercial fishing back in the 1970s. I used to hate that you dragged me to Bristol Bay as a kid, away from my friends and civilization. Funny, now that I’m grown, I look forward to unplugging and going fishing. Thank you for the unique experiences, the unforgettable summers, and the killer skills.

To my brother, Indy Walton, who fights the line every summer as he pilots the
Double Dippin’
, determined to catch as much salmon as he can, and for keeping his crew safe in some extremely dangerous situations. Now, if you can just stay under the radar of the fish cops.

To Tayt, Montgomery, Tess, Bristol, and Dagen for being the best fishing crew in South Naknek, Alaska. You started fishing as kids and still upstaged every other fisherman out there on the water with your work ethic, attitudes, and your ability to find the fun in everything. I can’t wait to see what the fab five will do now that you are all adults.

Fish on!

M
AP

D
EDICATION

To my oldest son and diehard fisherman, Tayt Helmer. Always remember how very proud of you I am, and that good things come to those who bait. Love you, babe.

P
ROLOGUE

She’d always known she’d die this way.

The strong tidal current dragged her farther into the unforgiving depths of the Bering Sea. She kicked and lashed until her limbs grew heavy, cold. Useless. Everything inside her screamed. She was too young. She had too much to live for.

She had to kill that fucking bastard.

Salt water burned and blinded. Filled her mouth and nose. Smothered and squeezed the life out of her.

She’d cheated this bitch of an ocean fifteen years earlier, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to again. She’d never been destined to live through the sinking of the
Mystic.

Pain exploded in her chest, and her lungs flamed with the need for air.

Blackness swallowed her.

C
HAPTER
O
NE

Sonya Savonski screeched her ATV to a stop alongside the dirt runway as the puddle jumper touched down. The prop airplane had just made the fifteen-minute hop from King Salmon to the small fishing village of Bristol Bay, Alaska.

“That was
not
a fair race,” Peter hollered, parking his 4-wheeler next to hers.

“Only because you lost.”

“I’m towing a trailer,” he pointed out, tossing his head to the side, and clearing his eyes of dark hair. At seventeen, Peter hated to lose at anything.

“An
empty
trailer,” Sonya said. “It comes down to the better driver, little brother.”

The plane taxied toward them, the noise deafening. The engines thundered down and welcomed silence followed. A door opened and passengers began to climb out. Most gazed around, not surprised by the wind-whipped banks, low-lying tundra, and the gray-green waters of the Bering Sea promising adventure, money, and possibly death. This wasn’t the tourist-friendly part of Alaska.

Fuel and exhaust mixed with salty sea air and the smell of fish. Call her crazy, but it was a scent Sonya loved. The scent of fish meant money. Hopefully this fishing season they’d get stinking rich.

“There they are.” Peter pointed to their grandparents as they stepped down from the plane.

Gramps chatted animatedly while Grams seemed to listen with rapt attention. Sonya knew that look. Margaret Savonski was woolgathering.

Peter rushed up to them, and Gramps’ face spilt into a grin as he grabbed him in a man hug. It had been weeks since they’d all seen each other. Sonya and Peter had headed out to open camp for this summer’s commercial sockeye season, knowing it would be one for the books—they were drifting
and
set netting this year.

Their nonconformist plan was bound to upset some fishermen.

Gramps greeted her with a bear hug. “How’s my favorite granddaughter?”

She responded with the expected, “I’m your only granddaughter.”

Nikolai Savonski’s dark brown eyes twinkled, and dimples cut deep grooves in his salt-and-pepper whiskered cheeks. A navy seaman’s cap hung lopsided over his thick wave of silver hair. He was a breed apart.

“Nikky,” Grams said, “you and Peter get the bags, while I say hello to Sonya.” Margaret, with her regal bearing, immediately had the men jumping to do her bidding. The sweet-as-sugar smile, which accompanied the request, had paved a long road of men bending over backward to fetch anything she needed. The woman had skills.

“Sonya, my girl, I’ve missed you.” They embraced, and Sonya breathed in the scent of English roses. “I’ve been too long in the company of men,” Margaret said, indicating Nikolai. He and Peter were pow-wowing with a group of fishermen waiting for the plane to be unloaded. “We must make time for some girlie stuff before the season starts.”

Girlie stuff on the Bering Sea of Alaska? They’d have a better chance locating an ice cream shop.

“We’ll make a point of it,” Sonya said, her attention snagged by Gramps who’d thrown his head back and let loose with a booming laugh. He was conversing with a sandy-haired man. The man had broad shoulders powerful enough to haul in a boatload of fish without breaking a sweat. Gramps motioned for Sonya to hurry over.

“Looks as though Nikky has another suitor to introduce you to.” Grams chuckled while smoothing her platinum—never gray—curls back from her face as the Bristol Bay wind puffed teasing gusts around them.

Sonya moaned and moseyed over to Gramps and Peter. For some reason, her grandpa had decided she needed to get married. She was only twenty-nine for heaven’s sake. There was plenty of time for that nonsense, but Gramps was bull-headed, so she went to be paraded in front of another “potential.”

“Sonya, I’d like you to meet Garrett…uh…what’s your last name?”

Great
. He was so desperate to get her hitched that he wasn’t bothering to screen the men anymore. For all they knew, this man could have murdered a string of women.

Peter turned his head to the side and snickered.

“Hunt,” the stranger supplied. “Name’s Garrett Hunt.” He reached out a hand for her to shake. “It’s nice to meet you, Sonya.”

Yeah, yeah, blah, blah
, she wanted to say, but then her attention caught on his ice-blue eyes. Eyes that color shouldn’t project heat. Somehow she found her hand happily engaged in his. It wasn’t just his eyes that gave off heat. A slight smile crooked his lips.

“Same,” she said, “to meet you, that is.” She gave Garrett Hunt a second look. The man wasn’t handsome…more interesting. Tough, muscled, and weathered. He looked like he could hold his own in any situation. Anywhere. Anytime. Chiseled jaw, sharp cheekbones, spiky military haircut, with a scar by his left temple. The only thing soft about him was his lips.

Dang, she did not need this kind of distraction this summer.

“Well, how do you like that?” Gramps commented with a hum, breaking Sonya out of her trance and reminding her of where she was. Gramps slapped Garrett on the back. “How about you join us for dinner tomorrow night? Red Fox Camp is about five miles down the beach. Can’t miss it. We should be ready for company by then, don’t ya think, Sonya?”

“Uh…sure.” Even though she wanted to tell her grandpa to keep his busybody nose out of her business, she couldn’t.

Garrett gave her that crooked smile again. It was quite sexy on him. “I’d like that.”

“Hunt!” the pilot of the plane hollered, walking toward them carrying a surfboard. “You have any idea how hard this was to stuff into my plane?”

“Thanks, Harry,” Garrett said, taking ownership of the board. “I appreciate you making the room.”

Surfboard?

“You owe me a drink for it,” Harry said. “I plan on collecting as soon as I get that swarm of fishermen flown over here.”

“You got it,” Garrett said.

Harry waved them goodbye and boarded the plane for the return hop to King Salmon. The fishermen were all coming in now that the fishing season would be opening in a few days. In that amount of time, the population went from around a hundred to thousands.

“What are you going to do with that?” Peter asked, eyeing the surfboard.

“Catch a wave,” Garret said.

The man was a nut. Gramps had to stop introducing her to just anyone. She looked at her grandfather and was glad to see that even
his
brows had risen in question.

“Why?” Peter asked.

Yeah,
why
, Sonya thought.

“For the thrill of it,” Garrett said with a grin.

“Nobody gets in that ocean for fun.” Sonya shivered. “You only get in it when you’re forced to.” The memory of the last time she’d been in that deadly ocean sliced through her like a cutting edge of an arctic wind.
The freezing water, the screaming, and then the terrifying silence followed by death.

“Well…hmm…hope to see you at dinner,” Gramps said, dragging Sonya back to the present. “Wait a minute, Garrett.” Gramps took another look at the man, as though sizing him up. “You military?”

Garrett nodded. “Former SEAL. You?”

Gramps’ smile stretched from ear to ear. Garrett had seen through the meddling grandparent to the seasoned warrior beneath. “Merchant Marine.”

“Combat?” Garrett asked.

“Vietnam. You?”

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