Mystic Realms
Limited-Edition Collection of Paranormal &
Urban Fantasy Romances
What goes bump in the night? What causes you a fright? While the answers for each may vary, I promise that these stories will not leave you wary.
From vampires and demons to shifters and creatures that you’d never suspect, this set will leave you breathless in the best possible ways.
So, don’t be afraid. Come, step inside our realm. Allow the mysticism of romance in many shapes and forms fall over you like a veil of sweet, soothing, spine tingling comfort.
We promise…you won’t be sorry.
Excerpt from Silent Storm:
The ocean’s pain woke her. She gasped. It like it was a physical blow to her stomach. She rolled over with a whimper, breathing through the pain until she had it under control. She’d only ever felt something like this before in areas of high pollution and never anything as intense.
Something was very wrong. She rose with a groan. Seven days of Nicolas’s training and she felt like an old woman. If it could move, it ached. But did he take into account her sore, tired body? Nope, he seemed to push her just a bit more every day. He’d come back that second day with an exercise routine. Running, push-ups, burpees, and sit-ups were now a part of her daily routine.
It was torture. Pure and simple. She was pretty certain he was a sadist. He had to be. There was no other reason for him to make her life a living hell.
You could quit.
And give him the satisfaction?
Besides, she had the feeling he wouldn’t let her. If she was even a few minutes late, he would turn up and pound on her door until she got up. She’d never seen the sunrise so many times in her life as she had this last week.
But despite the fact that he was a sadistic drill sergeant who she fantasized about murdering at least five times a day, he was turning out to be all right company the rest of the time. In the evenings after dinner, he’d turn up to sit beside her on the deck. At first, it pissed her off. It was her private space. She could leave, of course. But she refused to be driven away from her thinking spot. And after a few days, she’d realized that he wasn’t pissing her off like she thought he would. They’d sit in peace and quiet, sometimes talking but mainly there was silence. And it wasn’t awkward. He didn’t think he had to fill the quiet with words.
She might almost be coming to like him. Almost.
The blast of a siren made her jump. Shit! She needed to get up on deck. As she was doing up the buttons on her shirt, something hit the ship, and it rocked, sending her flying to the other side of the room.
Oh shit. That couldn’t be good.
She left her quarters and raced up the stairs. When she rushed out onto the main deck, people bustled around her, yelling. She sprinted up to the upper deck where she knew Seb would be and she could hopefully get a better view of what the hell was going on. There was only a light breeze, the conditions were calm, so what the hell was rocking the ship?
“What is it? What’s going on?” she asked Seb. Cristos leaned over the edge, peering down at the water below them.
“Here it comes again!” Cristos yelled.
“Brace yourselves!” Seb yelled, his face tense and pale. Whatever was going on, he was having to expend power to protect the Mazu.
She jumped over towards Cristos, needing to see for herself what was going on. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw a long, dark shadow sliding through the calm waters below. It was headed straight towards them. It collided with a bang. She clung to the railing as the Mazu tipped once more, groaning. Whatever that thing was, it was strong. But why had it had decided to attack them?
“What is it?” she yelled again, looking back at Seb.
The Mazu sped up, and she knew he was feeding it power as the wind certainly hadn’t picked up any. A number of the crew were positioning themselves by the railing on the lower deck, large spears held in their hands. Somehow, she thought that wasn’t going to be much help. Whatever this thing was, it was huge. And determined.
“What is going on?”
She looked over as Nicolas appeared on the upper deck.
“Get below,” Seb snarled at him. “It’s not safe up here. You too.” He looked at her.
Nicolas just gave him an incredulous look while she ignored him.
“What is it?” Nicolas asked, moving beside her as Cristos rushed over to the other side.
“Looks like some sort of sea monster,” she replied. “It’s maybe fifteen feet long and four or five feet wide.”
“Why the hell is it attacking us?”
“Food?” she replied.
“There’s easier prey out there than us.”
“Incoming,” Cristos screamed.
She raced to the other side, Nicolas beside her. As she leaned over, she felt him grab the edge of her pants.
“Careful,” he warned. “You don’t want to fall in.”
The thing attacked again, sending her flying into him. Cristos lost his footing and ended up clinging to the rail just to keep from landing on his ass. She found herself plastered against Nicolas, who somehow managed to keep him footing. He wrapped one arm around her, holding her tight. And now really wasn’t the time, it really wasn’t, but she felt her body stir as she came into close contact with him.
What the hell was it about him that made her legs melt and her heart race as though she’d run a marathon? Or spent the morning doing one of his demanding training sessions.
A scream pierced her haze of arousal, and breaking Nicolas’ hold, she turned back to the railing, watching in horror as Pete bobbed around in the water.
“Man overboard!” Cristos yelled.
“Seb!” she called back frantically, knowing Pete didn’t stand a chance in the water with that thing. Seb stared at her, looking so pale and drawn she knew he didn’t have much left in him until he collapsed.
“Go,” he told her.
“Atlas, come,” she screamed as she climbed the railing.
“Wait, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Nicolas grabbed for her, curling his hand in her shirt.
“Let go.”
“You’re not going in there.”
“I have to. Seb!”
The other man turned to Nicolas. “Let her go, now!”
“I’m not going to let her just jump into the ocean with that thing in there, she’ll die.”
“No, I won’t. But Pete definitely will,” she said desperately. “Nicolas, please, trust me.”
He stared at her, and she didn’t think he would let her go. Not that she blamed him, he had no idea what she could do, who she really was.
He looked out at the ocean then back at her. “Someone else can do it.”
“No, Nicolas, they really can’t.” She was kind of surprised he wasn’t offering to go himself. “Please, Nicolas. Trust me. Pete needs me, or he’ll die. There are things you don’t know about me but I can do this. I promise I’ll be safe.”
He let her go. “Nothing better happen to you.”