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.

Mer warlord Faier dreads his bride’s terror as she stares on his wrecked body. A lifetime of honorable service has destroyed his ability to woo a mate.

… Or can the purehearted  female look past his scars when she willingly takes his muscled arm?

This star-crossed pair is stranded deep in forbidden territory. Their foe has no compunction about killing Faier and taking Harmony. Because, according to the ancient laws, Faier is the true enemy. Until a long-buried secret changes everything…

A warrior chained by duty. A bride who refuses any claim. A secret that lurks in the deep…

The sea was hot and rough. Blue sky extended in every
direction. Choppy waves sprayed her storm-torn raft.

She’d survived.

Harmony’s mouth tasted sour, and gunk crusted her eyelashes.
Salt powder? It stung. She hung her head over the side of the rotted wood,
cupped a handful of seawater, and washed her face. Then she stared out.

The sun baked the ocean into a watery desert. Miles and
miles of gummy, bleary, Caribbean desert.

She was alone.

Dread pooled in her stomach.

Harmony pulled herself back into the raft and ducked her head
against the glaring sun. Her dry throat hurt. She tried to swallow.

She was alone in the middle of the ocean. No food. No water.

No protection.

So, she was vulnerable to the monstrous Sea Lords.

She had to—

What was that?

A shadow moved on the other side of the raft.

Shadow?

Harmony rubbed her eyes again. Her vision sharpened.

A humanoid creature crouched on the far side. Dark, wet hair
obscured his face. Sloping shoulders betrayed a broad back and tough, muscular
limbs. Purple marks slashed his rubbery skin.

Her blood ran cold.

Monster.

He halted and rose. Towering.

A dead fish hung in one knotted hand. Bare bones reflected
white.

The monster tilted his head to profile. Torn flesh dangled
from his teeth.

She sucked in an endless breath.

Between the wet locks of hair, a dark eye fixed on her,
stopping her heart. Strange iris. Brown with mauve threads. Like fish scales,
the mauve threads gleamed, mesmerizing.

Her belly tingled with warning. The monster had hunted. And
now, she was his prey.

He dropped the dead fish and turned on her.

Harmony screamed.