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Death Island by Kelsey Ketch

Death Island
by Kelsey Ketch
Genre: NA Historical Fantasy
Release Date: December 31st 2017

Summary from Goodreads:
Her family name tainted by her great-grandfather’s crimes of piracy, Meriden Cummings is far from the typical 18th century woman. A social outcast, she works in a carpentry shop in a small village, where the people barely tolerate unconventional behavior.
However, her life takes a turn after a gang of pirates attack her village and her blood reveals an ancient map adorned with Mayan glyphs leading to Death Island. An island legends say is ruled by the Mayan god of the underworld, Ah Puch. Her great-grandfather had sought after the island before he vanished without a trace. Now, Meriden is about to journey across the sea to understand her family history.
There are only a few problems: her growing feelings toward a mysterious stranger linked to her great-grandfather’s past; a greedy band of pirates after her great-grandfather’s legendary treasure; and a contract she has unwittingly signed in blood with Ah Puch himself.


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I paced the deck with the few men that stayed
behind on watch. It was growing late, and Captain Connell’s curfew was quickly
approaching. Soon all the crew would return to the ship, stumbling drunk and
fucked out of their minds, but calmer than they had been for a while. Some
reason, my body twitched in excitement. I’d been anxious since Meriden left
with the last group. There was a knot in my gut the moment she stepped off the
dock, and the feeling hadn’t gone away since.

I causally walked to the starboard bulwark,
catching sight of the harbormaster’s window. The candle still burned as it had
been long before night fall. Odd, I thought. The knot in my stomach twisted
even tighter. I haven’t seen the harbormaster work his books this late into the
night. I leaned against the gunwale and squinted a little, trying to focus my
vision. The candle was nearly spent, and underneath the dripping wax laid what
possibly could be a hand, but it was too far to tell. As I eased back, my gut
squirmed like a bunch of worm snakes. I needed to be sure all was well, for
Meriden’s safety and the rest of the crew.

Neglecting to ask Swan’s permission, I slipped
down the main deck, across the gangway, and headed straight for the
harbormaster’s office. The street was as quiet as the grave when I reached the
door. I raised my hand to knock, only for the door to push open on the first
tap to the solid oak. I swallowed the lump that crammed its way into my throat.
This wasn’t good. I drew my working knife and stepped inside.

“Hello,” I called. “Anyone still here?”

It felt stupid walking into the dark hallway
without knowing if I might end up dead or accused of theft, but my gut told me
to keep pushing forward. I turned right into the room with the burning candle
still flickering inside. The office was clean and uncluttered except for the
few stacks of paper on the desk. On top of which laid the harbormaster, as if
he merely fallen asleep in his desk chair. My eyes refocused again at his
outstretched arm. A trail of hot, liquid wax ran across the flesh of the harbormaster’s
hand, which didn’t even stir the man awake. My heart pounded with adrenaline,
and I pushed the man up by the shoulder.

A maroon-colored pool poured onto his books from
what looked like a dagger wound to the harbormaster’s shoulder. A serious
wound, but not one that should have killed. It was the discoloration of the
man’s skin and the vomit around the mouth that gave me a better idea what had
brought on the man’s demise. I’d seen the signs many times before from men who
died in blackish waters as well as a few victims that died at Baker’s hand.

Snake venom.


About the Author
Kelsey Ketch is a
young-adult/new-adult author, who works as a Wildlife Biologist in the state of
North Carolina. During her free time, she can often be found working on her
latest work in progress or organizing the New Adult Scavenger Hunt, a biannual
blog hop. She also enjoys history, mythology, traveling, and reading.
For more
information, please visit her site at

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About Kristine

As an aspiring author, avid bookworm, fitness fanatic and dedicated mother, there just aren't enough hours in the day. I write or post about things I'm passionate about and spend my time trying to make the most of every day. Life may be a tough journey, but I have my ruby red slippers and am content on skipping along this yellow brick road until the end of the line.

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