The sirens of Griffins Bay are in trouble, and the recent slew of royal suicides is the least of their worries.
For one, unless a blood relative of the queen shows up, no one's around to staff the monarchy. Well, except for whack-job bureaucrat and he seriously won't do. Worse is the community unrest threatening siren society, a problem caused by too many humans in the pool, which means Simon and his off-limits girlfriend will have to run and hide if they want to make more of their flirtation...
The solution doesn't inspire confidence at first, but the Blakes have everything at hand to set their world to rights - namely, a hidden queen, a dead prince, and a facility for human manipulation. Once they find their sea legs, they'll restore order, distribute smart phones, and drive that conniving bureaucrat to a grisly, satisfying end.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / ParanormalI'm selling a book per day on average, which includes the first book in this series and includes formats of both novels, which include paperback, ebook, and audio versions. I am published on the IngramSpark platform, which is more appealing to bookstores and libraries; and I market consistently with bloggers, on Facebook and on Instagram.
She sensed his death and then ignored the possibility for several days. She couldn’t be sure, couldn’t know after all this time, could she? More than forty years had passed since she’d last seen him, and they hadn’t been bonded, not truly… how could she know?
But she couldn’t stop herself from thinking about it; she felt the dissolution and it was not a feeling one could confuse. But… Peter? Why?
She experienced no real grief – she’d grieved over him, over their emotional catastrophe of a marriage, when she was still with him. But there was a distinct emptiness in her now, and a sadness because one of her kind was gone, someone she’d known as well as she knew anyone. Still, she felt unsure.
When she could no longer tolerate her uncertainty, she dove into the lake and transformed, a delicious freedom she craved especially when troubled. Lake Superior had taken some getting used to – she was less buoyant here than in the salt water back home – but her feelings were clearer when she swam. She came here when she needed to think.
What did she perceive? She sifted through her thoughts and sensations, examining each carefully. No, she was not mistaken: Peter Loughlin was dead. And here, far under the water where hardly any light penetrated, she suffered for her clarity, felt her remorse more keenly. She cried both for him and for herself.
The decision she had always put off would never be made now, the one to tell him or at least get him word he had a daughter. Now he would never know he’d been a father, would never hear from her an apology for leaving him without telling him she was pregnant.
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