Sea Bride
LaVerne Thompson
For two hundred some years Xavior, a child of the waves, has
searched the seven depths for his bride only to find her on land. How could a
landwalker be his Queen, the one destined to stop the wars among the sea
tribes? But one touch and he knew he’d defy Poseidon himself to make her his.
Cori Daniels hated the water; she’d been on board the luxury
ocean liner for two days and hadn’t left her cabin. But when she finally
ventured on deck, she met a man who looked like a sea god and tempted her like
no other.
Could he tempt her to follow him into the depths of the sea?
LaVerne Thompson is an award winning, best-selling,
multi-published author, an avid reader and a writer of contemporary, fantasy,
and sci/fi sensual romances. She also writes
romantic suspense under the pen name Ursula Sinclair.
She is currently working on several projects. She has a freshman in college and a senior in
high school, so technically she has more time to write. Visit her website at http://lavernethompson.comto
read excerpts of her books. She's recently discovered the world of interactive
storytelling and can also be found online at http://rpworldgroup.org as
herself.
Excerpt:
Xavior left the party and went for a walk around the boat,
hoping to clear his head and maybe get a sense of this bride he needed to find.
He’d ventured on land often in the last twenty years and met many human women
over the years he hadn’t slept with, so he had no idea which one of these his
bride could be. But if the tales were true, he would just know her, because he
would be so drawn to her, the pull would be irresistible. After walking around
for an hour he returned to their cabin, but too restless to sleep he made his
way out to their private balcony.
The evening sky remained clear, the glittering points of
light soothing, and the sea appeared calm, but he could smell a storm coming
upon them. It would arrive soon from the east. Until it did, he would take
advantage of the calm. Sitting back in one of the lounge chairs, he put his
feet up on the railing, closed his eyes, and turned his face toward the half
moon. A familiar clicking noise made him open them again. The shadows of dark
fins in the water caught his attention. He stood up and placed his hands on the
railing, watching the dolphins play as they swam alongside the boat. They spoke
to him, wanting to know how his quest went. Did everyone know he was on a bride
hunt? Of course they did. Not so good, he told them.
We’re rooting for you, Prince Xavior, young lord of the sea.
She is right under your nose. Beware, though. There is a storm coming not of
nature’s making. Good luck!
As one, all six dolphins leaped into the air in a salute to
him before swimming away to spread the news that after over two hundred years
their prince remained unsuccessful in finding his mate. He would be the first
heir to lose the throne. Pathetic. What did they mean she was right under his
nose? The sea witch was right? His bride was truly onboard? He just needed to
have patience and he’d find her. But their words about the storm made him
frown. Someone playing with the elements was never a good thing, and only one
would dare. For the moment, he could do nothing about the white witch and her
plots to keep him off the throne and continue the wars among the tribes. He had
enough to concentrate on. He’d deal with her later.
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