When Whitley winds up on the top of a pirate hit-list thanks to her con-artist father, she must hide her identity and board another pirate ship, trusting in one shape-shifting pirate named Bluff to help her escape. Too bad you can never, ever, trust a pirate.

Instead of planning her wedding, Ana is preparing for war. ***** Captain Alestair "Cade" Kincade has renounced piracy, but he can't yet forgo being a soldier. Despite the risks and against his beloved's wishes, Cade joins the British fleet at the Battle of the Chesapeake and disappears in the melee. Left on the wrong side of victory without a ship or crew, Ana journeys into hostile territory determined to find him. Fearing he's become a prisoner of war in the American Revolution, she uses her few remaining allies to attempt a rescue. Even if she's successful, there's no guarantee he'll be the same man she once knew. She certainly won't ever be the same girl who just a few weeks earlier set sail for the New World. No matter how much Ana wants to deny it, she will have to become the Pirate Queen or die trying. [Word count 60,000 - 70,000 words] This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Scuttle (Book Two in The Pirate King Series) © 2014-16 by R.S. Kovach All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced without the author's written permission. Cover designed by Ren T

Alissa is not you average 16 year old. She has been killing as long a she can remember. Her parents were killers like her too, but the died on a mission. She has been living with her brother ever since, in a condo in Chicago. Her parents friends Aunt Lucy and Uncle doc have been the closest thing to a family she has. Yet both of them make her call them boss. Uncle Doc and Aunt Lucy have a teaching of tough love, where both Alissa and her brother get constantly abused during their training. Soon she will be assigned to a new mission that will change her life around…

He smirks haughtily. "Fine," was his response before shoving the pink detention slip down his pants. He grins widely and his eyes are mischievous as he taps his crotch. "Come and get it."

He lit his cigarette, I lit nothing. He drank alcohol, I drank water. He smirked, I smiled. He didn't love me, I didn't love him. He and I together wouldn't last a day. And then the game started... He said he found me intriguing, unique, and interesting because I didn't swoon over him. "You and me Grey, let's play a game. We'll date and in three months time I promise you will fall for me. When you fall in love with me between that time span, I win. If in any way you were to win I'll give up all the alcohol, cigarettes, and player ways." It was a game I wasn't willing to lose, but all games had accidents and consequences. It takes a broken heart to know how to break a heart.