Lords of Atlantis Discreet Signed Paperbacks

Tattooed warriors are climbing out of the secret depths to claim their soul mates and save their race!

This series is complete at 10 novels.

SEDUCED BY THE SEA LORD

Determined warlord Torun cannot wait to claim Lucy, who mistook him for a shipwreck survivor and pulled his injured body from the ocean. All his instincts tell him she is his soul mate. Now she must join with him and give him a child.

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SACRIFICED TO THE SEA LORD

Steadfast mer king Kadir has endured ridicule, banishment, and undersea prison for his belief that modern human women will save their dwindling race. Freed to found a city of mermen shifters who share his beliefs, he sets out to the surface to woo his bride. And sweet, sensual Elyssa is his.

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ENSLAVED BY THE SEA LORD

Disgraced, battle-scarred, and with a temper as black as the tattoos slashing his skin, First Lieutenant Soren prefers to protect the other warriors’ brides rather than seek his own. But he can’t control his cravings for Aya.

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SOREN’S DARK NIGHT

Sink into the darkness with an exclusive scene linking damaged warrior Soren to his betrayal of the warrior he most respected…

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STOLEN BY THE SEA LORD

Tormented warlord Elan, once highly respected First Lieutenant of undersea mer city Dragao Azul, lost everything the night his son was born. Now carrying secret knowledge that could change the face of the war, he lives only to reunite his family — no matter the cost.

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SURRENDERING TO THE SEA LORD

Warrior Uvim doesn’t have the words to reach his bride, Milly. Tender and sweet, lush and pure-hearted, she’s a sister of a queen who will never let him forget how he once betrayed them…

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SECRETS OF THE SEA LORD

Harmony is terrified when she awakens on a raft in the middle of the ocean with a deadly, tattooed Lord of the Sea hulking over her. But she quickly realizes he’s the one who saved her from the storm—and that joining his undersea world is the only way she’ll survive.

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SPELLBOUND BY THE SEA LORD

Bella has a knack for outrunning trouble, but lately, trouble’s been catching up. She can’t stop herself from responding to the hard-muscled warrior Balim, even though her secrets might get them killed…

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SEA LORD’S CASTAWAY

A tattooed prince, an ancient curse, and thrilling secrets fill this prequel novella set in the stormy Bermuda Triangle.

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SHATTERED BY THE SEA LORD

Dannika already met her soul mate. Met, married, and mourned him. So why can’t she stop her heart from reaching out to gorgeous intellectual warrior Ciran?

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SAVED BY THE SEA LORD

Hazel’s supposed to be helping her boss find the gorgeous, tattooed, desperately endangered mermen their human soul mates. But instead, she’s going on a crazy undersea road trip with a deadly shark-whispering shifter, and it looks like bumbling city-girl her might be his soul mate!

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SHELTERED BY THE SEA LORD

The tattooed warrior who comes to Starr’s rescue claims she’s his soul mate. That if he’s right, she can transform into a powerful mer queen and embrace a life she’s always desired. But if he’s wrong, she will die, and so will his entire race.


Atlantis will rise in this thrilling complete series set!

From SACRIFICED TO THE SEA LORD...

CHAPTER ONE

Elyssa snuck into the auditorium through an unguarded side door.
Clothes racks hid her entrance. Production assistants chatted into headsets as they crossed the dim, scratched wooden floor. Beyond them, purple velvet curtains showed sneak peeks to moving TV cameras, blinding stage lights, and a flurry of gorgeous women in stunning ball gowns.
She was firmly backstage at the Van Cartier Cosmetics Mermaid Queen Selection Pageant.
Hooray!
Elyssa let out a sigh as the door eased closed behind her. She didn’t know the auditorium well because she wasn’t exactly a Van Cartier Cosmetics superstar. Her daily work was filing and making phone calls in Human Resources. Occasionally, she passed out fliers and conducted internship interviews at college recruitment fairs.
Approximately three months ago, she adventurously invested her entire savings into an ex-employee’s expedition to retrieve Sea Opals, a mystical gem with healing properties. The expedition had turned up not only Sea Opals but also the shocking revelation of merman societies that cultivated the gems.
The all-male warriors normally traded the gems to women they called “brides” on secret, sacred islands. The brides became mermaids, lived under the ocean to bear a son, and then returned to the surface alone. In modern times, rising ocean levels and mainland conveniences had emptied the sacred islands and left the mermen with dangerously dwindling populations.
Despite the mounting pressure, most mermen tried to pretend the reveal hadn’t happened. Openly hanging out with humans went against a thousand years of secrecy and rules. The mermen and their cities remained hidden on the bottom of the ocean.
If the leader of that first expedition, Lucy, hadn’t married and started living with her merman husband Torun in Newport, Oregon, skeptics might have dismissed the whole thing as a hoax.
One city finally answered Van Cartier Cosmetics’ underwater broadcasts. Today, after talks and negotiations, five mermen from the city excitingly named “Atlantis” had come to Van Cartier Cosmetics. Their king, Kadir, was here to select a woman to transform into his mermaid queen.
Elyssa had been disinvited from attending by her aunt, CEO Chastity Angel.
Unfair as it was, Elyssa understood. She was kind of, maybe, sort-of accident-prone, and mermen were offended by casual touch. They would only touch the woman who was their bride. Lucy’s husband Torun was extremely careful whenever he was in public, although he’d relaxed quite a bit since their first meeting. The newly risen king of Atlantis probably wouldn’t be so well acclimated. Elyssa craved to meet more mermen, but the last thing she wanted to do was fall on top of one and cause an inter-species incident.
She had been resigned to staying home until yesterday at midnight, when Elyssa’s cousin, vice president Aya, had begged Elyssa to come.
“I need you. It’s critical,” Aya said over the phone. Her voice was scratchy from the sleepless nights and hours she’d put into the pageant. “My mother can’t know about this. You’re the only one I can trust.”
Elyssa’s heart shot into her throat. “Me?”
“You.” Aya spoke the words Elyssa longed to hear. “This is something only you can do.”
The mermen would be in the audience, Aya promised. Elyssa couldn’t possibly cause any incidents. And only Elyssa could do the secret thing Aya needed.
Well, Elyssa wanted to help more than anything. This was the first official merman-human meeting, and hopefully, it wouldn’t be the last. Someday, when their races were fully integrated and visiting Atlantis was as easy as flying to France, she planned to petition the mer to let her visit.
She took a few steps toward the stage.
Was Aya still posing in the shimmering red gown Elyssa had helped her pick out, along with all the other gorgeous, talented contestants? They had planned to flip the traditional “beauty pageant” format — evening gowns first, then swimsuits — and exchange the talent section with an actual swimming demonstration in a swim tank on stage. Elyssa had had trouble getting past security even with all of her company passes, so she was later than she’d meant to be. Were the gowns she’d glimpsed on the contestants or the charismatic emcees? What part of the program had she arrived during?
In between curtains, silhouetted by the blinding hot lights, two males blocked her view.
Or, she should say, they filled her view. In jeans and black trench coats, they were tall, broad, and built. And tattooed, too. Were they rock stars? A pageant like this was certain to be attended by celebrities.
One was beefy like a pro wrestler.
The other was thinner and definitely had the lead singer vibe. His muscles stood out in sharp relief. A young quarterback who drew everyone’s eye, or a star soccer player focusing on the winning kick.
Was he looking at her?
Crew members walked between them. She stepped out from behind the clothing racks. The beefy one spoke with a production assistant and moved onto the stage, disappearing behind the curtain.
The lead singer remained. He was definitely looking at her.
She stopped.
He turned and strode toward her.
Jeans hung low on his hips and his black trench coat flared, exposing a hard expanse of mouth-watering muscle. He was bare-chested. Silver tattoos slashed his torso in an intricate lightning-strike design.
He was intense. David Beckham-focusing-on-a-soccer ball intense. He must be a model. A movie star. Charisma oozed from his pores.
He was coming right at her.
Oh! She was in his way. Duh.
She stepped aside and stumbled into a young, clean-cut producer.
The producer’s coffee sloshed on his black turtleneck. “Hey!”
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” She backed away, hands up.
“Watch it.” The producer squinted at Elyssa. A backstage staff pass hung from the producer’s neck, but not from hers. “What are you doing back here?”
Crud. Elyssa didn’t think about the pass. She backed over a thick cord. “Nothing. I’m just—”
Her sandals slipped.
She stumbled and fought for balance. Cord, cord, another cord, ah! She landed on bare wood and caught her balance. Whew.
The producer was still looking at her suspiciously. An assistant ran up and provided a distraction.
Thank god. Elyssa straightened her loose peasant blouse and lifted her purse higher on her shoulder.
The lead singer was still bearing down on her.
Huh? She’d gotten out of his way. Oh, maybe he needed to tell her something. She turned to face him.
Her sandal string snapped.
Her foot lifted but her sandal caught on another cord. Aaah! She fell forward, hands out to brace—
— into his arms.
His strong forearm crossed her midsection. His bicep bulged into her ribs. Pure waves of masculinity flowed over her.
Her heart slammed into her chest. She gasped and tried to push free. Her hands slipped and she stumbled harder against him. “I’m so sor—”
“Wait.”
She obeyed.
He held her still and steady.
“I’m really very—”
“Calm.”
His deep voice rumbled with command. Here was a male who rippled with confidence. What was so she worried about? Panic faded. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in. Her heart calmed.
The shaking started.
Still, he held her.
His scent was smoky like expensive leather and cognac, and also soothing, like vanilla candles, long baths, and sensuous massages. A sliver of awareness curled in her center. Was he wearing Axe? A movie star brand not available to the public?
And Elyssa was just hanging out in his arms.
Calmer now, she gently extricated herself and looked up into the face of the man she had fallen on top of.
His profile was cut with high cheekbones and a noble chin. His eyes were dark but flecked with the same silver as his tattoos. Unusual and compelling.
His intense focus on her never wavered. He was waiting for something.
Oh! He had caught her. Of course he was waiting to be thanked.
“Thank you.” She sucked in a deep breath. “Like I was saying, I am so—”
“Come with me.”
If voices were like food, his would be seductive as dark chocolate and rich as cream. She could just eat that up and lick her fingers afterward.
Wait. What?
She reacted about two seconds late. “I’m sorry?”
“Now.” He took her hand and pulled her toward the stage.
She resisted. “I’m sorry. I know I’m not supposed to be back here, but I’m waiting for—”
Her broken sandal folded. She tripped and grabbed onto his arm. He stopped.
His bicep was so hard. She couldn’t help squeezing it. He must bench press city busses.
He tipped his head to the side to stare down at her. “Are you unable to walk?”
“No, I can. Sorry.” She straightened and unfastened the chunky white ankle strap. The toe part was broken. She really should have worn tennis shoes. “My strap broke.”
“Ah.” He turned and bent until his shoulder was level to her middle.
Oh. Had she dropped something?
His forearm snaked around the back of her knees. She crumpled against him. He tilted and lifted. Her butt flew up in the air and she hung off him on both sides like a limp piece of laundry.
“Hey! Wait!” She struggled. Her purse slid down her arm. She fumbled for it. “Just hold on. Whew.”
He strode through the curtains onto the center of the stage. The dazzling, bikini-clad bride contestants stared up at her in shock. The TV crews, all pointed at a big water-filled swimming tank, swung to follow her.
Lights blinded her about the same time the truth did.
He was the merman king. And she was causing a human-merman incident.
Right now.