Series: Lords of Atlantis
Release Date: 3/12/2019
Genre: Mermen, Shifters, Steamy Paranormal Romance
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He is lithe, gorgeous, and his kisses taste like rain. But how can I be his queen? I don’t even have a country.
Harmony is terrified when she awakens on a raft in the middle of the ocean with a deadly, tattooed Lord of the Sea hulking over her. But she quickly realizes he’s the one who saved her from the storm — and that joining his undersea world is the only way she’ll survive.
Mer warlord Faier dreads his bride’s terror as she stares on his wrecked body. A lifetime of honorable service has destroyed his ability to woo a mate.
... Or can the purehearted female look past his scars when she willingly takes his muscled arm?
This star-crossed pair is stranded deep in forbidden territory. Their foe has no compunction about killing Faier and taking Harmony. Because, according to the ancient laws, Faier is the true enemy. Until a long-buried secret changes everything…
A warrior chained by duty. A bride who refuses any claim. A secret that lurks in the deep...
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Faier kept his rescued female safe in the raft through the long, stormy night.
In the dawn, the wind calmed and the rain abated. The swells flattened.
He shuddered, releasing his stuck muscles, and sat up.
His rescued female was asleep.
The rise and fall of her chest was so … so … human. She was a tan beige. Human skin came in many colors.
But what was this?
A darker bruise swelled her forehead. A sticky red scab marred the back of her head. Both sets of lashes creased in puffy black eyes. Her soft lips had swollen and split.
The wreckage continued.
Long purple bruises the size of a man’s fingers closed around her throat. Greenish black and painful yellow splotches marked her skin beneath the edges of her dress. Small nicks and cuts abraded her knuckles, elbows, forearms. Yellow finger marks encircled her wrists.
Had the storm done this? Or was she a warrior? Humans had warriors. Like the Coast Guard captain.
He stroked a new scar. A pink line creased her damp cheek. Her skin felt so different from his. Soft and female.
She moaned and tilted her head to follow his touch.
Faier curled his hands into fists. He must not touch her. The captain had called her the girlfriend of the gangster. He must have lost his senses to throw her over the side of the boat. Had he given her this beating?
Anger stirred Faier’s heart.
He turned the helpless feeling into a useful channel.
She would be hungry when she woke. Her body was malnourished.
Faier dipped his arm the water, feeling the currents. He crouched to dive in.
She moaned. Her lashes fluttered.
She struggled to rise. “Lif … Lifay…”
He leaned close and spoke in English. “You have your life.”
“Sorr … so sorry.” She sucked in a shuddering breath, and her lashes opened to reveal stunning gray-green eyes the color of a lagoon kissed by sunlight. “Oh. You’re not Lifet.”
“They chase your drug smuggler, Lifet.”
She closed her eyes and smiled. Her soul light burned sharp white with relief. She laughed. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”
“You are wel—”
She threw her arms around his shoulders and covered his mouth with her lips.
She kissed him.
Her lips were cool and thick and expressive. She sank into his embrace. Her tongue teased his seam.
He opened to her.
She tasted like freedom and abandon, sunrise and sunset and every hour in between. She tasted like new endings and old beginnings. She tasted like female.
Her tongue slipped between his shocked lips and delved into his mouth.
His cock flooded with pounding heat
She sucked on his tongue. Nibbled his lips. Teased his teeth.
Everywhere she touched, fiery hunger erupted.
More. He needed more.
She consumed his mouth, drinking the safety he represented just as he drank in her feminine wildness. She was every unpredictable thing, every wild current, every beautiful flicker of a distant fin.
And then she released him and collapsed on the raft, limp. Her soul light dimmed. She fell unconscious with sleep.
He gripped the edges of the raft so hard, the wood cracked and his knuckles whitened.
A hard erection stiffened his thick cock.
She was his bride. His one and only mate. Mine.
He would protect her with his life. Challenge monsters above and beneath the waves. Behind his shield, her bruises would heal and her skin would smooth with health. He would wrap her in his faithful protection, and she would never hurt again.