Published by: Holliday Publishing
With the fate of Atlantis on the line, will a warrior’s uncontrollable passion destroy the world? The fifth in the New York Times and USA Today bestselling series.
Poseidon’s warriors have learned that the battle to protect humanity produces unexpected enemies–and alliances. But none more unexpected than the bond between a cursed Atlantean warrior and a woman whose sight surpasses any lie…
A warrior with no emotion …
Doomed by Poseidon millennia ago to live life bereft of feelings, Atlantean warrior Brennan’s curse is shattered when he meets Tiernan–a human with the ancient Gift of Truth Telling. Attraction turns deadly when the woman he could never forget becomes the woman he can never remember. With the fate of Atlantis on the line, will a warrior’s uncontrollable desire destroy the world?
A woman with an eye for the truth…
Tiernan’s job as an investigative reporter is perfectly suited to her unique ability to see through any falsehood. But when she discovers human scientists conducting hideous experiments on humans and shape-shifters alike, only a wildly sexy Atlantean can help protect her from the those determined to see her fail—and die. When the future of the world is at stake, can she overcome death itself so together they can protect mankind?
When truth and passion collide…Atlantis is redeemed.
Warning: This book contains magic, Atlantis, Poseidon, warriors, science, strong women, hot attraction, vampires, shifters, teleportation, a magic portal, magical gemstones and jewels, laughter, danger, kisses, and a happily ever after. Read at your own risk!
Nominated by The Romance Reviews for Best Paranormal Romance for 2010
“Day blends action, suspense, and fiery hot sensuality to create another winning book in her Warriors of Poseidon series . . . Brennan is my favorite kind of hero: tall, dark, gorgeous, and emotionally wounded. There’s nothing better than watching a tortured hero and is he ever tortured!—healed by the love of the heroine. Tiernan and Brennan are a match made in heaven . . . or Atlantis.”
—The Romance Dish
“Day places her latest romantic pair in unique circumstances as they face both technological horror and an ancient curse . . . Day continues to deliver consistent quality and sizzling adventure!”
—Romantic Times, Top Pick!
“Tortured, sexy and dangerous as all get out, this is one warrior it wouldn’t be wise to cross and a man who defines devotion . . . Day has a real talent for creative storytelling, crafting characters who are unique in their own right and claim your allegiance as easily as Poseidon claimed theirs.”
--Romance Reviews Today
“As always, I loved this book. Each time I settle down to read about one of the warriors, I know I’m going to want more.”
– Naughty Editions Books
“Ms. Day just has a way with these sexy warriors that leaves me breathless.”
– The Romance Reader’s Connection
“There were tears, there was laughter, there were moments my heart soared and there were moments my heart feared for what was to come. . . I know what I will be doing on the next release day of a Warriors of Poseidon novel!”
– Leontine’s Book Realm
“Action-packed adventure filled with magic and romance . . . superb job of world-building that will leave you stunned with the richness of detail. The characters of Atlantis are sexy, intelligent, and fascinating. I absolutely loved it and cannot wait for more!" - Romance Junkies
Praise for the Warriors of Poseidon series:
“Alyssa Day’s Warriors of Poseidon series is fascinating, thrilling, and deeply romantic. The perfect blend of fabulous world-building and sexy romantic-adventure.”
—New York Times bestselling author Jayne Castle
“A PHENOMENAL NEW SERIES.”
“Alyssa Day works her own brand of sexy sorcery in this fabulous new paranormal series. Warriors and witches have never been so hot!”
—New York Times bestselling author Teresa Medeiros
The man. The man who, mere seconds before, had been nothing but a cloud. A fog. The man who now stood in the center of her hotel room, breathing hard, staring at her with his ice-green eyes.
Except they weren’t as icy as she remembered. No, this man’s eyes were pure green fire, and every inch of her skin burned as the heat of his gaze swept her from head to toe and then back, lingering on her neck.
“Brennan?” His name came out in a whisper, but he snapped his head up and stared straight into her eyes when she spoke. A brief whisper of danger sent a chill down her spine, and her senses translated the deadly stillness in his pose as that of a feral animal crouching to leap.
Feral and primitive. Wild and beautiful. His silky black hair fell in waves around a face that would cause the highest paid TV anchor to weep with jealousy. Pure masculine beauty, with dark brows over those amazing green eyes. The cheekbones and bone structure all the Atlanteans she’d met had shared, as if they alone had posed for the most magnificent of the ancient Greek statues. And his mouth . . . oh, his mouth. How could a simple combination of lips and teeth make her wonder what it would be like to taste him?
As reality crumpled around her, some vestige of control snapped into place and Tiernan managed to force words from her suddenly dust-dry throat. “I’m guessing I missed a pretty spectacular entrance back in Boston when I was hiding behind that couch? I had wondered how you guys busted through that window so high off the ground, but I was more thinking ropes coming down from the roof.”
“You are Tiernan?” he demanded, ignoring her nervous chatter. “Tell me. Now.”
“Yes, I’m Tiernan. You know me. We—”
She gasped a little and stopped talking as he took a single step toward her, then another, his large, muscled body leaning forward as if he were stalking her. “He dared to touch you,” he growled, the words nearly unintelligible. “He put his mouth on you. I will kill him.”
She backed away, but the motion seemed to infuriate him even further, because he dove across the several feet separating them as if he really were that wild animal leaping for its prey.
“Brennan, stop! I don’t know what this is about, but you need to calm down so we can—” Memories of his crazed wildness the first time he’d seen her flashed into her mind, shutting down her powers of speech as he took the final step and slammed his hands flat against the wall on either side of her head, caging her against his body.
He wasn’t going to listen to her. She was in danger. Rick had been right, she should have listened, but no, she had to be tough, and now for the second time in an hour she was facing a predator.
“I’ll be damned if I’m going to be prey for a vampire or anybody else,” she shouted, shoving at his chest as he leaned further toward her. It was like shoving a brick wall. A hot, hard brick wall that smelled like salt and sea and man.
He froze in place, then tilted his head to one side, pinning her with a long, considering stare. “Not his prey,” he finally said, his deep voice sizzling across her nerve endings.
She caught her breath, but before she could speak he lifted one hand from the wall to touch the side of her face.
“Not his prey,” he repeated, bending his face down to hers. “Mine.”