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Never met a male siren before?
You're about to....
I grew up as a prince...
And lead the life of a King.
There isn't anyone or anything that
doesn't want me, that isn't attracted to me. They can't help it. And
I sure as hell don't want them to. I live for their lust, I crave
touch like an addiction, I make them beg on their knees for one,
simple, caress.
As a male siren it's my job to feed off
emotion.
And I was happy to do it.
I am happy to do it.
What I'm not happy about? Being told I
have to mate with some withering human and stay loyal to that one
person for the next few centuries. There's a war coming and being the
idiot I am--I offered to take one for the team in order to help a
friend.
Now my sexual appetite is taking a
freaking kick in the nuts.
And I'm left wondering if it's worth
it.
If she's worth it, with messy hair and
dirty human hands.
But I have a world to save.
A job to do.
Now, if only, she would just let me do
it rather than fighting me at every turn. I've lived lifetimes as the
most irresistible being on the planet.
Only to meet my match.
With one.
Measly.
Human.
They say hells hot. They're wrong.
Because Hope, my little human, is way
hotter.
And before this is over--she may just
singe me alive.
To say I was pissed.
To say I was angry
To say I was intrigued.
I couldn’t decide which emotion was
going to win out, which made her all the more exciting. Sirens, for
the most part, kept their physical appearance at a five. On a scale
of one to ten, a five meant that you were clearly above average but
not to the point that a person would literally sell a kidney and
spleen in order to sleep with you.
No, the selling of body parts came at
six.
Seven meant they were willing to commit
a crime and sell body parts.
Eight was when they neared the wailing
stage. I typically called it bartering, where they asked what they
could possibly do in order to gain just one taste, anything, anything
at all!
Nine was a rarity. I was a nine when I
was tired, when I wanted a piece of ass from someone hot, and I
didn’t want to make a big fuss over it. But a nine was dangerous
because showing myself at a nine made it easier to wipe the
individuals’ memories. Meaning I was more than likely cursing them
to a life where they would never settle down because they’d be
stuck comparing me to some sad human male with a beer gut, and he’d
always fall short.
Even the Toms fell short.
Tom Brady.
Tom Hardy.
You get the picture.
In my entire existence, I’ve pulled a
nine maybe four times. And each time I felt regretful — after all
the sex had never been worthy of ruining some pathetic human’s
chance at love.
And tens?
Tens weren’t done. To become a ten in
front of a human would be the equivalent of a human discovering the
sweetest tasting sin, the most physical and emotional ecstasy known
over and over again. Add that in with good looks that made women,
men, plants, atoms — you get the picture — full-on weep, and it
just wasn’t done.
Never.
In fact, some might say it was
forbidden.
I’d never been tempted.
Until five minutes ago.
I was currently at an eight, flirting
with a ten, and she’d finally succumbed enough to fall to her
knees, but when she glanced up, she blinked a few times then stood.
“Sorry, I don’t know what happened.”
The hell?
I did a double take, my eyes narrowing
as she shuddered before me, but still, nothing. No weeping. No sudden
burst of adoration.
Nine, here I come.
I exhaled as I allowed my hair to go
pure gold and my eyes to turn a shade of amber that looked like a
never-ending ring of fire around my blue iris. I released waves of
energy that I could see pulsing from my body with each exhale, and I
was aware that she was being assaulted with my scent, a mixture of
rain, fresh air, and finally a deep sweet chocolate.
The most addicting scents known to
mankind.
The most cleansing scents to a human.
Her eyes widened as she gulped and then
squeezed them shut and covered her face with her hands, her knees
knocked together as she swayed.
“Open your eyes, human!”
“I-I’d rather not,” she said in a
weak voice.
“Now!” The walls of the room shook
causing a shriek to explode between her lips, and suddenly she was
moving towards me and launching her plump body into the air.
Directly onto mine.
Mine.
My body.
Without any other option, I braced
myself for her impact. Not that she could physically harm me, it was
more of a mental brace of, oh shit the woman might be plump, but she
moved with the speed of a torpedo.
I caught her in my arms.
The shaking stopped.
Her hands clung to the front of my
shirt, her breathing was unsteady, her body sweaty, hot, and curvy.
I appreciated all types of beauty.
Even hers.
I would have preferred a small mate,
one that I could terrify into submission — one I had no risk of
falling in love with.
Because a siren in love — was a
dangerous thing.
And a part of me wondered if that was
what Cassius had planned all along. In order for me to be at my
strongest, I needed to be in love.
Something I’d never experienced in
all of my years of living, screwing, and toying with males and
females alike.
“What.” I gave her a menacing
glare. “The hell, do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m scared of earthquakes,” she
whispered, licking her lips repeatedly until I thought I was going to
go mad with the motion of her tongue sliding across the pink of her
mouth. “Terrified, actually.”
“This is Seattle.” I was still
holding her, for reasons beyond my realm of understanding.
“They say the next earthquake is
going to be really big and half of downtown is going to slide into
the Puget Sound, so excuse me for being scared!”
“And you live downtown?”
“Well… no.” Her brown eyes
focused in on mine.
“Then you must visit there often?”
“No.”
I sighed impatiently. “So your fears
are completely unfounded and illogical. Simply stop fearing it.”
“Easy for you to say.”
“I tire of holding you, human.” The
lie fell easy; in fact, I had forgotten I was holding her until she
fidgeted in my arms like she was the offended party, when I was the
one who had just been assaulted. “The only thing you need to fear
is me.”
“Because you…” She sighed.
“You’re going to sacrifice me?”
I tried to hold the laugh in.
But it was all too ridiculous.
“Yes.” I nodded seriously, my lips
twitching with the urge to smile. “The process will be painless.
I’ll tie your hands and feet to the bedposts — strip you naked,
and then plunge an immortal sword into your heart. You’ll need to
repeat the words ut animam meam and then once you drink my blood —
if it accepts you, you will live.”
Her face paled as she struggled to get
out of my arms.
And then I lost it, dropping her back
to her feet, laughing so hard I felt my body shook with it.
“I don’t even remember the phrase!”
Her wild eyes darted between me and the bed, clearly not catching on.
Joke. It was a joke.
“Well,” I lifted a shoulder and
shrugged. “Then I guess you die.”
“But—”
“Better do it quickly, less pain that
way.”
“What about the plants?”
My smile froze. “Either you’re
extremely simple minded or mentally ill. What the hell are you
talking about?”
“The—” She tugged at her low
ponytail. “The plants, you know, around the grounds. I take care of
them and Cassius—” Her eyes lit up. “Cassius said I was getting
a promotion, so sorry, but you can’t kill me.”
I grinned. “Okay.”
She frowned.
I was still confused how she was
shielding herself from my essence, but already I was mentally drained
from the energy it took to get her to worship me — instead I
returned to my normal everyday state and held out my hand.
She stared at it.
“Take my hand.”
“No.” She swallowed. “I think
I’ll just wait for Cassius.”
“He’s already mated.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I’m not mating
him.”
“No.” This, this was my favorite
part, watching humans try to logically put together all of the pieces
of the puzzle only to realize their brains were too small to
comprehend the different parts they held, the angles, the colors,
“You’re going to mate with me.”
I expected her to cry.
Maybe throw something.
Instead, she froze and then with a
scream ran head first directly into my body sending me sailing
backward against the marble floor.
I was caught unaware.
Meaning, I barely had time to stop
myself before my head slammed back against the hard ground.
She tried to run toward the door.
“Cat and mouse.” I sighed from my
position on the ground. “I always did like foreplay.”
She jerked against the doors with
fervor, I’d give her that, but they wouldn’t budge.
Not until she was mine.
Not until the doors sensed my blood
running through her veins.
“Why won’t it open?” Her voice
was strangled as pieces of her hair fell out of its restraint and
brushed against her shoulders. “You can’t keep me here forever.”
“I can.” I yawned. “I will.”
WOW! FREAKING WOW!!! Ms. Rachel nailed it again! I was really looking forward to this book (actually all the books in the series) and darn! I was not disappointed! Dark Surrender is the 3rd book of The Dark Ones Saga and is Alex's story (the siren). This book is full of intense scenes and emotions. I laugh, fell in love and got teary eyed on this book. I was really curious on Alex's story and how he became the man he was. What I like about this book is that it's different from the other books that I've read. I also love how - as I keep reading the book - there's no boring parts and it kept my attention all throughout the book and it's full of surprises!
Overall, this book is amazing! Loved it! I can't wait for more of the series and how it will end!
#mustread #bookhangoveralert
Overall, this book is amazing! Loved it! I can't wait for more of the series and how it will end!
#mustread #bookhangoveralert
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Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times,
Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and
contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her
drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while
watching The Bachelor.
She keeps her home in Idaho with her
Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from
readers!
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