Showing posts with label Deep Blue Sea series. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Deep Blue Sea series. Show all posts

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Tuesday, May 17, 2022

Tuesday Teaser - Beneath the Surface

 


This teaser is from Beneath the Surface (The Deep Blue Sea Book 1)

Link: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B06XFK2FBV




This year for vacation, Kannon and his dad rented a boat and guide to take them to the reefs around the Seychelles. This was by no means the first time he’d gone snorkeling. Growing up along the California coast guaranteed Kannon was comfortable in the water. 

The guide had warned them to stay together, but Kannon had other ideas. Besides, he wasn’t going that far off. After investigating the colorful reef fish and interesting coral formations—and seeing his dad was distracted—Kannon slowly but steadily wandered off on his own. An outcrop of rocks covered in algae caught his eye, and he went to investigate. 

Many of the multihued native fish swam past him, curious as to what he was. It was funny how they circled him. Kannon held his hand out. A few braver fish darted in, nibbled at his fingers, and then swam off. God, what a rush it was. Nothing was better than this. 

He drew closer to the outcrop, surprised it was much deeper than he’d first thought. Huh, not an outcrop, but the mouth of an underwater cave. Cool. From a distance it appeared to be nothing more than oddly shaped rocks. Peering inside, he was unable to see past the murky blackness within. 

Curious, he reached his hand out, stretching toward the mouth of the cave. His scalp prickled. A tingle washed through him. The water around him caressed his body as he hung weightlessly, staring at the cave entrance as his dick swelled in his trunks. What the…?

It wasn’t as if he made a habit of getting horny while diving, so what the hell? Torn between desire and unease, he hovered in the tropical water. Chills chased up his spine, and goose bumps broke out over his body. 

His heart rate sped up—not a good thing underwater—and the feeling of being watched crept across his nerves. Something was in there, and his mind screamed at him to get away even as the urge to reach inside nearly overwhelmed him. 

Kannon’s body swayed dangerously closer. His nipples ached as the water flowed past, and he had to force himself not to whimper as need struck him. He jerked back. There’s something waiting for me, just waiting for me to reach in so it can... what? So it can do what? 

Jesus, he needed to get a serious grip on his imagination, and crap, he had to surface too. Lack of oxygen made the decision for him. All this panicking on his part had used up his air—stupid of him. 

He surfaced and shook the hair out of his eyes. Wow, is that our boat way over there? Oh man, Dad’s going to kill me. Worried about the fit his dad was going to have, he was totally unprepared for the strange guy who popped up next to him, although “guy” might have been overly nice. 

Kannon yelped, but the dude across from him just smiled. The androgynous, fey face wasn’t quite human. The long pointed ears were a good indication, as was the glimpse of sharp little teeth. 

Oh, and the gills at its neck. 

Azure blue hair floated in the water around shapely shoulders and cobalt blue eyes stared back at him. It was a visage that was hauntingly beautiful, otherworldly, and a tad disconcerting. The creature smiled slightly as if he agreed. It—whatever it was—scared the bejesus out of him. 

Then it reached out and dragged Kannon under the water.                                                                               


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.”