Monday, May 1, 2017

Riding the Tide (book #2 in the Deep Blue Sea series) - rerelease in KU!






Blurb: 

*Second Edition Release. The content and author have not changed.*


Caught between two worlds—what’s a merman to do?

Marcus Krill, a creature of the sea, is a perfectly content bachelor. Mating someone? No thank you. Living anywhere but in the ocean? Ha! Not happening. Spending more than the barest necessity of time on land? Nope. Not this merman. And humans? They’re perfectly fine as a diversion, but that’s all. They might be interesting, but complications follow them like a hungry shark during a feeding frenzy. So what if he’s a little lonely? A little tired of one-night stands? That doesn’t mean he’s ready to mate. Not him.

Blair Estes, a creature of land, is perfectly happy with his nomadic lifestyle. No strings keep him tied to any one place long. Adventure is his lover and adrenaline his master. He loves to travel, and the things he’d seen—things that defy description. Now his wandering has brought him to the Seychelle islands and a mysterious merman who’s going to take him on the journey of a lifetime.

Once again merfolk and human culture collide in an explosion of passion and… fear.




Excerpt: 
“Does it matter if he has money or not?” Nisha asked.
Kannon sipped his coffee. “It might in the sense that if he’s a multimillionaire—which I can’t imagine how he could be at his age—his name would be well-known. If he is indeed Marcus’ mate—”
“I think I would know if he’s my mate or not—”
“If he is,” Kannon continued, “it’s going to be really hard for him to just up and disappear.”
“You didn’t disappear,” Marcus pointed out.
“No, I didn’t. But Nisha’s okay with spending part of his time on land. You rarely come ashore. That could seriously be a problem.” Kannon then looked at Nisha. “Anyway, on another note… I guess that answers the question of whether you guys are the only non-humans around. A jaguar shifter. I’d loved to have seen that.”
“I don’t know that you would. From what Blair said, it was a frightening experience.” Marcus remembered how Blair’s voice trembled. That shifter wanted to claim Blair, and that sent a jealous rage burning through him. The idea of someone, or something, claiming what was his infuriated him.
“So he handled knowing what you are without freaking out.” Nisha pursed his lips. “That’s good. That’s really good and one less worry. I’m assuming you haven’t tackled the subject of who he is to you yet, have you?”
“No. I figured I’d already dumped one life-altering event in his lap, it might be better to wait on the other one.” Marcus sipped his coffee again. “Which brings me to exactly why I showed up on your doorstep this morning. It wasn’t because I needed to tell you I found my mate.”
Kannon elbowed Nisha. “Right. The mate you said you never wanted. Wasn’t that you? Weren’t you the one who said he was never getting mated? Never.”
Marcus glared at Kannon. “Shut up.”
Kannon flashed Marcus an evil smile and hummed the wedding march under his breath.
“Can you do something with him?” Marcus pleaded to Nisha.
“I’ve already been threatened with the couch once in this conversation.” Nisha shrugged. “You’re on your own.”
“Will you please stop that infernal sound?” Marcus ordered.
Kannon hooted. “Oh, that’s funny considering some of the sounds I’ve heard coming out of you guys.”
“I’m ignoring you.” Marcus informed Kannon before turning his attention to Nisha. “Anyway, Blair’s my mate. And… I might’ve asked him out on a date for tonight.”
Both Nisha and Kannon blinked. Finally, Nisha spoke. “O-okay. Not sure why you seem so hesitant. Where are you taking him?”
“Sandals. It just so happens Blair is staying at Brett’s resort.”
“That’s good,” Kannon said. “I’ll get in contact with Brett and get you guys a nice table in an out-of-the-way spot for tonight. Well, I would if I wasn’t being ignored.”
Marcus relented and finally looked at Kannon. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Oh yeah.” Kannon smiled. “You better believe it.”
Marcus released the most put upon sigh he could muster. “Fine! I’m not ignoring you. There. Happy?”
“Hmm, could’ve used a little bit more of abject misery in that, but fine. I’ll call Brett,” Kannon said.
“Thank you. I appreciate that. But that still isn’t why I’m here,” Marcus said.
“Stop dragging it out and tell us already,” Nisha said.
“I don’t… I need something to wear tonight.” Marcus wrinkled his nose. “Something appropriate.”
Kannon snickered. “Hmm, is now a good time to point out if you had an aboveground dwelling—”
“I’m never having an aboveground dwelling.”
“Un-huh, keep telling yourself that. For right now let’s focus on your clothing, or the lack thereof.” Kannon scratched his head. “What do you do when you go trolling?”
“Huh?”
“Oh, good grief.”
“What?”
“When you’re out looking to dip your wick. Wanting to bump uglies. You know… do the horizontal hula? Playing on all fours. Sinking the sausage. Bedroom rodeo.”
“Are you even speaking English?” asked Marcus asked, bewildered.
“Jesus. When you’re looking for someone to fuck. Is that plain enough for you?” Kannon demanded.
“You’re a very strange individual, do you know that?” Marcus asked.
“Me? Oh that’s funny.”


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