January in Atlantis
Published by: Holliday Publishing
Release Date: 01-30-2018
Bruce’s Cave, Ireland
Flynn twirled the sword in his right hand and the dagger in his left and sauntered toward the three dragons blocking the entrance to the cave.
“Boys, boys, boys. I’m not planning to tell anyone about your lair or your treasure or even that tendency you have to dress up in pink skirts and dance in the moonlight.”
The largest of the three reared back and roared, and the cave itself seemed to shake. Anyone who has ever heard a dragon roar would be amazed that Flynn wasn’t on the ground, prostrate, trembling in his boots.
Flynn was from Atlantis. He wasn’t the trembling kind.
* * *
When black sheep Flynn returns to Atlantis after more than a decade away, he discovers that his brothers thought he was dead and moved on with their lives. But before he can wrap his brain around that problem, Poseidon himself taps Flynn to be one of a new generation of elite warriors. Now he only has to: learn how to be part of a team, rescue a group of kidnapped girls from the Hell’s Dark Angels motorcycle gang, and try to understand why a certain red-haired bartender with an affinity for animals is driving him mad…
Eva Calandar needs to run. Again. Her ex-boyfriend, a black magic practitioner, has tracked her down. Again. But she might be the key to rescuing a group of girls from becoming human sacrifices, and there’s a certain astonishingly hot Atlantean warrior with a fierce protective instinct who is making her think longing thoughts of finally making a stand.
Together, they’re so much stronger than they were apart, but the heat between them may be enough to burn down the world.
No matter what the temperature is in January . . . in Atlantis.
When Poseidon’s elite warriors gear up to train a new generation of fighters, they have no idea that Atlantean Queen Riley has secretly taken on a new role: Matchmaker. By the end of the year, she plans to find soul mates for all twelve of Atlantis’s fiercest warriors . . .whether they like it or not.
Twelve all-new adventures in the hotly anticipated world of Poseidon’s Warriors, coming once a month from New York Times bestselling author Alyssa Day. These books are sexy, romantic, and wickedly addictive —welcome to 2018! And welcome to:
A Year in Atlantis
Warning: This book contains magic, Atlantis, Poseidon, warriors, a pirate, demons, a pug puppy, a king and queen, sibling rivalry, a black sheep, bad boys, paranormal romance, fantasy, matchmaking, a mermaid (they don’t exist), laughter, danger, kisses, and a happily ever after. Read at your own risk!
BONUS SCENE: JANUARY IN ATLANTIS
(Insert as the very first scene of chapter 11 if you want to read in sequence)
Atlantis, two days later
“He’s lucky to be alive, the idiot,” a man growled, and Flynn opened his eyes to find his brother Dare glaring down at him.
“Not feeling lucky, so much, right now,” Flynn muttered, trying to sit up but then falling back against the pillows in the—he looked around. Huh. Healing temple He must have been worse off that he’d thought, after he’d jumped in the path of that knife to protect—
The memory smashed the breath out of his lungs. “Eva,” he shouted. “Eva! Where is she? What did you do to her? I’ll–”
“You won’t do much, since you can’t even sit up,” another voice drawled. His brother Liam—Mr. Perfect—strolled into Flynn’s view. “Eva’s fine. She’ll be back in a minute. And nice tough talk, Dumbass, for somebody we thought was dead.”
“I almost was,” he admitted, wincing, but his entire body relaxed, muscle by muscle, at word that she was safe. And—back in a minute?
“She’s here? In Atlantis?”
“Where else would I be, after you go and almost get yourself killed trying to protect me, you idiot?” Eva’s voice held fondness and relief, and when she appeared, gently easing her way in between his brothers to get to him, Flynn’s entire world righted itself.
As he held out his hand to Eva, Flynn drank in the sight of his brothers as they stood at the side of his bed. Dare and Liam were both almost mirror images of Flynn–wild, dark hair and deep blue eyes, tall and strong, bold and confident—nothing like the scared boys they’d all been when his father was alive.
“You have a lot to answer for–” Dare began, and Eva rounded on him like a spitting cat.
“Don’t you even think about accusing him for leaving Atlantis,” she said, poking his very large, very muscular, pirate brother in the chest, making Flynn blink and Dare and Liam gape at her. “Your horrible father would have killed him, and you know it. I’ve been talking to people, and there are a lot of long memories around here, and a lot of folks couldn’t wait to fill me in about how many times your drunken father threatened to beat Flynn to death. So don’t you do it!”
Flynn almost laughed at the expression on his brother’s face as Dare backed up a step, holding his hands in the air.
“Hey. No. I was only going to say he had a lot of nerve, not letting us know he was back. He could have, I don’t know, told us he was alive before he went jetting off to save the world.”
“Save the girls,” Liam put in, always correct, before grinning at Eva. “We’re going to love you, aren’t we?”
Eva flushed and then backed toward the bed and grabbed Flynn’s hand. “Oh. I mean, I hope you like me, if you—if we—if I—
Flynn stopped her babbling quite satisfactorily by pulling her toward him for a hard, possessive kiss. “You’re mine now,” he told her. “You’re not going anywhere.”
She looked like she wanted to argue, but she glanced at his brothers and shook her head. “We’ll talk later. I’m going to find you some food.”
“I’m sure somebody will bring me something,” Flynn began, but she kissed his forehead and ran off before he could stop her.
“I like her,” Liam said, raising an eyebrow at Flynn. “Are you going to run off and be too stupid to keep her?”
Flynn could feel a hot flush burning through him. “Never. She’s mine. But we need to talk. I . . . I need to talk.”
He struggled to sit up again, but this time his brothers—one on each side of his bed—helped him. For a moment, it was like they were kids again, huddled in their shared bedroom, crouched against the drunken, angry words coming from the other room.
“Look. I . . . I’m so sorry I left you,” he managed to say past the boulder suddenly lodged in his throat. “I was wrong. I should have stayed and protected you from him. I should have–”
“Flynn,” Dare broke in. “No. Eva was right. If you’d stayed, he’d have killed you. From the moment Grandfather gave you that sword, you bore the brunt of his drunken rages. We managed. We got through it. We’re good.”
A kernel of something that felt almost like hope started to warm in Flynn’s heart, but then Liam scowled at them both, and the hope shriveled and died.
“I disagree,” Liam said, frowning. “We’re not good at all.”
“I know,” Flynn said, his mouth dry. “I can never make it up to you. If you don’t want me to be part of the family, I understand.”
Completely out of the blue, Liam smacked him on the back of the head. “No, you moron. We’re not good because we haven’t had you around for so long. I want to get to know you and for you to meet Jaime, the most amazing woman in the world.”
“And Lyric,” Dare put in, smiling smugly. “The most amazing woman in the galaxy.”
“You forgive me, then?” Flynn was dazed, and not just by his injuries. He could be part of a family—his family—again? A huge weight rolled off his shoulders—a weight he’d been carrying for so many long years. “Brothers?”
“Don’t be a girl,” Dare said, rolling his eyes. “I’ll kick your ass when we get out of here, and we’ll be good.” Then he put a hand on Flynn’s shoulder. “Brothers.”
“The first night out at the pub is on you,” Liam said, pinning Flynn with an amused stare, before laying his hand on Flynn’s other shoulder. “Brothers.”
It had the weight of a promise—one Flynn would never, ever break again. He’d found Eva, and he’d reunited with his family. He was one of Poseidon’s newest warriors, and they’d saved every single one of those kidnapped girls.
Life was good. Really good.
He looked up at his brothers and grinned. “Eva is the most amazing woman in the universe.”
They both growled and punched him in the arms at the same time.
Damn, it was great to be home.