From New York Times and #1 Erotica bestseller Marata Eros and for fans of The Black Dagger Brotherhood and Twilight comes a controversial tale of alpha vampire warriors who do not sparkle, claiming what is theirs for the survival of the species.
NOTE: the SIREN serial contains extreme violence throughout and should not be downloaded/read by the faint-of-heart. Might contain triggers.
SIREN 1
Ruled by the sea, forced to submit to the demonic, can the maidens of the Mer survive the sexual slavery that threatens?
When humans and the Mer cohabited in peace a millennia ago the races were perfectly balanced. As time passed, the differences in their physicality causing a chasm they couldn't breach and the Mer removed themselves into the sea and allowed humans to rule the land.
When the maidens of the Mer grow scarce, an elite warrior force is put into place to scout for the rare females who still retain the blood of the Mer. These unique females can replenish a female population that has grown dangerously low.
Can the Mer Warriors fight to save their race from extinction while navigating a culture that no longer holds to the Old Ways? Do the rare, mixed-Mer human females desire to mate with the Mer males? Or will the clash of beliefs and freedoms prove too much to overcome.
Ember is an off-shoot of my bestselling DRUID series and explores mermen seeking human females of mer heritage as mates. Erotic. Violent. Original.
Constantine opened his eyes to a great cavern, a rushing sound in his ears, his head a throbbing mass of pain.
Con had learned the power of observing one's surroundings and it did not fail him now. He carefully tested his equilibrium and sat up, his head swimming with a vertigo that made his vision triple. When that finally settled, he took in a cavernous space and a ceiling made of stone. Spikes of softly colored opaque quartz-like stalactites hung as if suspended in midair.
The rushing sound had been the sea.
At the mouth of the cave the wild and churning water roared and lapped at the entrance in angry turmoil. Night had cloaked the water thoroughly, but to his vampire sight it had the deepest tone of green—black kissed by emerald.
Constantine stood at the mouth of the cave and understood that he had survived the “test” Desmond had set for him. He was everything and nothing.
A mongrel of many species. Druid enough to respond like a rabid dog on a leash to a pure female, Faction enough for criminal pursuits, and Exotic enough to be a sexual slave to a female who also possessed that blood.
Now his blood had sung the melody of the sea.
A siren's wail.
Con's blood had surfaced like an escaped bubble and burst when it reached its end.
Now Constantine was alone in an obvious intermediary place of the Sirens. They would come.
He would be ready.
The barest scrape on stone had Con turning in a crouched pose, his blood starvation coming to him with a slamming intensity when he saw the delicate feast that had slipped from between two of the stones.
A female of the Mer.
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