Jade Buchanan

 

Poseidon’s half-mortal daughters, Iaha, Adara, and Aella, are irresistible to most men, but each has yet to meet her match… until now. They are being drawn to the sea, and to four very different men, by forces outside of their control. Will the Siren’s be able to uncover long-buried secrets and claim their birthrights?

 

Iaha by Melinda Barron

 

Iaha is searching for an adventure. When she runs into underwater archaeologist, Shedd Collins, she is instantly drawn into his search for the lost civilization of Yumani. Despite her attraction, she isn't sure she wants to reveal her heritage to him. But, Iaha isn't the only one who has been less than honest; Shedd Collins is no ordinary man.

 

Adara by Midnyte Dupree

 

Adara is searching for a new beginning. With her life in shambles and desperate for sanctuary, she answers the call of the sea.  But instead of finding insight and solutions to her problems, she is thrust into a hurricane and winds up stuck in a swimming pool.  The pool’s owner, Jack, is a man with more than a few skeletons in his closet. Will he save Adara or will he destroy her? 

 

Aella by Jade Buchanan

 

Aella is searching for strength. When the seals under her care start to die, Aella needs all the help she can get. She asks two mermen, Damon and Pythias, for their assistance but they have secrets about themselves they aren't willing to share, and their help could come at a very high price. Can Aella trust Damon and Pythias?  Or will misplaced trust leave her under their spell, and in their control?

 

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Aella paused, catching sight of a small face peaking out of the entrance to the cave ahead of her. He was covered in a black woolly coat, a white patch on his belly. She smiled, ducking quickly behind the outcropping beside her. She swished her coppery green tail -- counting to ten -- idly flicking it back and forth.

 

Tilting her head, she waited another five counts. The rock against her back was silky smooth in the water. She pressed against it, waiting for the right moment. Darting out, she gave a heave of her tail, powering through the waters toward the small body.

 

He reared back, moving his flippers to sink into the cave. Giving chase, she squeezed her body through the opening, wincing at the pull on her hip where it scraped against the wall. She flexed her muscles, bending and twisting to follow the small, black body through the narrow passageway.

 

Reaching forward, her fingers grazed his tail, just missing him. She laughed, her voice ringing out inside the cave. He turned his head to look back at her, flitting away when she made to grab him again. Aella shook her head, determined to catch him this time. She was going to catch him -- if it was the last thing she did.

 

The cave walls rushed past her. The ledges and crags would normally capture her attention, but she had different prey on her mind today.

 

He flicked his tail at her, mocking her attempts. She laughed again. A bright, cheerful sound. He twisted around to watch her for a moment. She knew he was always drawn to the sound of her voice. She would have him in a minute, the path opened up ahead of them, and her bigger body would have the advantage.

 

Suddenly, she sensed a larger presence in front of them. She looked up, crying out a warning seconds too late. He slammed into the figure in front of him, his small body taking the brunt of the impact.

 

She swam toward him, reaching him in seconds, running her hands down his fragile body. She ignored the large male hands that tried to get her to let go of her bounty.

 

“Easy, easy now,” the man crooned.

 

“Is he hurt? Oh God, my father is going to be so mad at me if he finds out we were playing tag in the caves,” she babbled.

 

“He’s fine, just a little stunned,” he replied.

 

Aella stroked the body of Phocas, vaguely aware of the tears that streamed down her face. He couldn’t be injured, she didn’t know what she would do without her little seal.

 

Phocas jerked, blinking open his large, soulful eyes. She cried out, hugging him tighter to her. He wriggled and she set him loose.

 

“I apologize, I didn’t see him until he was already upon me,” the man said.

 

Aella finally dragged her attention from Phocas to look at the man in front of her. She just barely managed to stifle her gasp. He was gorgeous! Tall and leanly muscled, he towered over her. His chest was chiseled, his arms corded with ropy muscles. His raven hair was pulled back from his face with a tie. His face -- he had prominent cheekbones and a narrow, aquiline nose. He should be intimidating, but she couldn’t stop looking at him. Every new feature was like another piece of a puzzle, fitting into an altogether breathtaking picture.

 

His lips curved, and she finally noticed that he had been taking his own leisurely perusal of her. She could feel her cheeks heat up. Against her will, she raised her arm, bringing it up to cover her breasts. He chuckled darkly, and she ducked her head in embarrassment. She should have just stayed still. Now she looked like an innocent.

 

His tail was larger than her own, covered in silvery black scales. The rest of his body was deeply tanned. He held out his hand, waiting until she placed her slender milky-white fingers within his own.

 

“You haven’t accepted my apology yet, my lady. Was it not acceptable?” he queried.

 

“Oh no, I just… I accept your apology, of course,” she stuttered. “Do you have a name to go along with it?”

 

He grinned, showing off even, white teeth.

 

“Only if you share your name with me. And who is this little one here?” he queried, smiling at the small body that had crept back up to his side. Phocas peered up at him, moving closer to rub against the man’s scales.

 

“This is Phocus, and I’m Aella. Your turn now,” she teased.

 

“My name is Damon, and the man behind you is Pythias.”

 

Aella tried to turn, suddenly hampered by a set of powerful arms that wrapped around her waist. She caught a glimpse of a strong profile, before Pythias lowered his head. Dark, chestnut brown hair wafted over her shoulder, mixing with her coppery red strands.

 

He rubbed his cheek along her shoulder, tightening his hold around her waist. His arm brushed against her own where she had it wrapped around her breast, the small hairs grazing her skin. She shivered. He smoothed his palm down her side, brushing against the scrape on her hip. She winced when he probed the area with gentle fingers.

 

“You should be more careful with such delicate skin. It seems a shame to mar it,” he rumbled.

 

Pythias released her slowly, caressing her body. Her mouth opened, she tried to speak but her mind was blank.

 

Who were these men?