For two hundred some years Xavior, a child of the waves, has searched the seven depths for his bride only to find her on land. How could a landwalker be his Queen, the one destined to stop the wars among the sea tribes? But one touch and he knew he’d defy Poseidon himself to make her his.
Cori Daniels hated the water; she’d been on board the luxury ocean liner for two days and hadn’t left her cabin. But when she finally ventured on deck, she met a man who looked like a sea god and tempted her like no other.
Could he tempt her to follow him into the depths of the sea?
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LaVerne Thompson is an award winning, best-selling, multi-published author, an avid reader and a writer of contemporary, fantasy, and sci/fi sensual romances. She also writes romantic suspense under the pen name Ursula Sinclair.
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Xavior left the party and went for a walk around the boat, hoping to clear his head and maybe get a sense of this bride he needed to find. He’d ventured on land often in the last twenty years and met many human women over the years he hadn’t slept with, so he had no idea which one of these his bride could be. But if the tales were true, he would just know her, because he would be so drawn to her, the pull would be irresistible. After walking around for an hour he returned to their cabin, but too restless to sleep he made his way out to their private balcony.
The evening sky remained clear, the glittering points of light soothing, and the sea appeared calm, but he could smell a storm coming upon them. It would arrive soon from the east. Until it did, he would take advantage of the calm. Sitting back in one of the lounge chairs, he put his feet up on the railing, closed his eyes, and turned his face toward the half moon. A familiar clicking noise made him open them again. The shadows of dark fins in the water caught his attention. He stood up and placed his hands on the railing, watching the dolphins play as they swam alongside the boat. They spoke to him, wanting to know how his quest went. Did everyone know he was on a bride hunt? Of course they did. Not so good, he told them.
We’re rooting for you, Prince Xavior, young lord of the sea. She is right under your nose. Beware, though. There is a storm coming not of nature’s making. Good luck!
As one, all six dolphins leaped into the air in a salute to him before swimming away to spread the news that after over two hundred years their prince remained unsuccessful in finding his mate. He would be the first heir to lose the throne. Pathetic. What did they mean she was right under his nose? The sea witch was right? His bride was truly onboard? He just needed to have patience and he’d find her. But their words about the storm made him frown. Someone playing with the elements was never a good thing, and only one would dare. For the moment, he could do nothing about the white witch and her plots to keep him off the throne and continue the wars among the tribes. He had enough to concentrate on. He’d deal with her later.