Sylla was young in years. But what she had stacked into those tender years was there for all to see—the fullness of the breasts that strained against the faded shirt—the skin-tight jeans that clung to her firm young thighs—the tempting deliberateness of her walk.
She spread desire like a fever among the rough, reckless, hard-drinking fishermen of the Florida Keys.
Wild and beautiful—she was as deadly as the untamed swamp that had spawned her.
They couldn’t keep their eyes off her—or their hands—and it drove one man to murder!
I tried, but could not get passed the third chapter in this one. Strong descriptive writing about swampy everglades and the people there who fish and catch gators, but not indication yet of the plot or the mystery and very little about the babe, so what's the point of continuing?
Despite the exhilarating title this book has very little going for it. I can imagine that this is how fish feel after biting down on a good looking morsel only to be skulldragged into some fisherman's boat.