Shattered by the Sea Lord (Lords of Atlantis Book 8)

by Starla Night

  Shattered by the Sea Lord

  Lords of Atlantis

  Starla Night

  Copyright © 2020 Starla Night

  All rights reserved.

  Cover by Earthly Charms.

  Created with Vellum

  Blurb

  I’ve devoted my life to helping lonely men and women find their perfect match. I know what true love looks like. I know because I experienced it—in all its tingling, pure, imperfect bliss.

  And then it was ripped away.

  Now mer shifters have emerged from the oceans. Critically endangered, they seek human brides to save their race.

  This is my calling.

  The job ought to be easier than it is. The mer can see souls, and they know when a woman is their mate. The catch? Convincing the women that there isn’t one. It’s okay to embrace their heart’s desire and chase their wildest dreams.

  Until a warrior says I’m his.

  But I can’t be.

  Tingling awareness doesn’t course through my body. I don’t hang on every word that drops from his sensual lips. The steady strength in his bulging biceps doesn’t entice me to swoon into his arms. I definitely don’t see patience, kindness, and empathy in his iridescent green-and-coffee-brown irises.

  I’ve already met my soul mate.

  Met, married, and mourned him.

  If something happened to my warrior…

  No. I can’t go through that again.

  My dreams were forgotten for a reason.

  There is no second chance for one true love.

  This is a fun, adventurous, standalone shifter romance in the bestselling Lords of Atlantis series. It contains steamy love scenes, vivid undersea battles, a forbidden island with plucky castaways, and the kraken. Dive into the mysteries of the Bermuda Triangle with these wily warriors of the sea!

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Epilogue: Dannika’s Dinner Party

  Sea Lord’s Castaway

  Also by Starla Night

  About the Author

  Chapter One

  The day of the plane crash started out completely ordinary.

  Sunlight kissed the palm trees outside Dannika’s guest cottage, the owner’s peacocks began squawking for their breakfast in the back garden, and four nude warriors broke down Dannika’s bedroom door.

  Dannika jolted up in bed and flung off her lavender-scented sleep mask. “Wha—? Is it?”

  The warriors raced around her suite, peeking in the bathroom, closet, and the attached kitchen. Intricate, iridescent tattoos covered their bulging muscles, and their hands patted their bare biceps for missing daggers and tridents.

  One warrior with bright orange tattoos swirling across his lightly bluish-tinted skin—his name was Gailen—leaned out her open kitchen window. “There! She cries for help in the grass!”

  The warriors raced out the way they had come. Dannika’s front door hung open, swinging on its hinges.

  The peacocks squawked louder with surprise. Heeeemeee. Heeemeee.

  Gailen called, “Where are you? We hear your cry for help. We are coming!”

  Heeeemeee. Heeemeee.

  Oh, goodness.

  They’d misheard the peacocks.

  “Again?” Dannika collapsed, noodle-spined, against the carved hardwood, and yawned. If she closed her eyes or squinted… No, she’d never mistake the call of a peacock for a human. They sounded like birds with a throaty squeal.

  She yawned, then pushed the sheets off her long satin nightgown, tugged on a fluffy bathrobe, and belted it as she wandered to the front door. “Gentlemen? You can relax. It’s just the peacocks. Again.”

  The morning sunlight warmed her front step. A pleasant breeze carried in the scent of ocean salt, sweet grasses, and fresh banana bread made with some of the ripe dwarf Cavendish bananas hanging in the garden.

  Gailen strode around the side of her white cottage. An all-seafood diet with plenty of exercise grew the marine warriors into big, hard, gorgeous males intent on claiming and fiercely protecting their soul mates. And performing the occasional peacock rescue, fully nude.

  Dannika forced her gaze on his muscular pectorals and face. Above the waist. Definitely above the waist to ignore the bounty that nature had endowed. “Please call the other warriors to come out of my back garden.”

  Worry wrinkled Gailen’s brow. “Someone cries for help. A woman, or a child.”

  “And I applaud your responsiveness.” She rested a comforting hand on his beefy shoulder. “You must have run all the way from the beach. But it’s a bird, I promise you.”

  He peered around the far side of the waist-high hibiscus hedge. “Are you sure?”

  “I grew up with peacocks. And they made the same sound yesterday morning when Tial broke into my cottage, and the day before, when Zoan did.”

  The other warriors rejoined them, and Dannika greeted them individually, focusing on their serious, tattooed faces and not on their hard, toned, endowed lower bodies.

  Gailen’s frown deepened. “Land creatures are so strange. Do you not think so? Why would a bird make such a cry or carry such a tail? It is too strange.”

  “The world is a strange place.” She patted his bulging bicep. “Just think of how shocked we humans were when mermen appeared on our shores.”

  On the land, they looked like any other muscular, warlike, nude tribe. But under the water, gills sprouted in their lower backs and their toes elongated into fins. Dannika had seen it a few times. It was fascinating to watch.

  And five years ago, it had been unthinkable. Mermen were the stuff of legends.

  Who would have believed they were living beneath the ocean all along?

  For centuries, the warriors had arisen only to unite with brides on isolated, sacred islands. Modernization had emptied those islands and caused a population crash. Five years ago, one warrior had defied his rulers and sought his bride on the mainland. His quest had revealed the mer to the shocked modern world—and launched Dannika’s mission.

  That first modern bride had envisioned a dating site for warriors to find their soul mates. With the help of good friends, she’d made her vision a reality, and for the past year, Dannika had been running it.

  The mer were still a critically endangered species. Dannika’s work had never been so necessary, and she awoke every day excited to do it.

  She just usually awoke a little later and better rested.

  “Why don’t you return to the beach?” Dannika suppressed a yawn. “I’ll join you as soon as I’ve dressed.”

  “We disturbed you. I apologize.”

  “Oh, no. I wanted to get up early today.” She guided him to the white stone path and released him next to the still-open front door. “As always, I’m honored
that the warriors of Atlantis care so much about my well-being that you feel the need to break down my door.”

  “Yes, that was also strange. During your welcome speech, you said that you have an open-door policy, and yet, when we came to investigate the cries for help, we had to break open your door.”

  Ah.

  She looked into their innocent, sweet, but also very capable faces. “I should have said, ‘Please ask any questions.’ Let’s not break any more doors.”

  “What if you are behind a door when we have a question?” warrior Nilun demanded.

  “You can wait.” Dannika stood at her door. “Knock, at the very least. Or you could ask another warrior, or—”

  “Your leader.” Their leader sauntered up the cottage path. “Me.”

  Her heart stumbled. He was back. She suddenly couldn’t breathe. “Ciran?”

  Unlike the nude warriors, Ciran wore dark blue Bermuda shorts and an unbuttoned shirt that showed off his well-defined six-pack and belly button. He had a relentless rhythm to his stride, an obdurate resistance that could withstand a hurricane.

  He fixed his unusual two-tone eyes on her. His irises were coffee brown mixed with leaf green, like his tattoos. The marks curled across his skin, but their colors never quite touched. “Dannika.”

  Her heart picked itself up and started beating faster and faster.

  I turned you down, but I never stopped thinking of you, and now you came back.

  She took a half step off the porch to run to him, throw her arms around his broad shoulders, and do something crazy like sob with relief.

  The bright, interested stares of the other warriors brought her up sharply.

  She forced herself up onto the porch again, smoothed her sleep-wrinkled robe, and brushed down her wild black hair. “Well…uh…when did you arrive?”

  “Last night.” He returned the other warriors’ salutes—pressing their pinched fingers together at chest level—and surveyed the gathering. “Where is your guard?”

  “Oh, Zoan?” She tried to lean casually against the doorframe, almost slid off, and straightened abruptly. “I, um, let him go.”

  His gaze bored into her. “You let him go?”

  “Yes, I…” She waved in the direction of the hibiscus hedge. “Zoan met his soul mate. She came by last night to take him to meet her family. They’ll be back after breakfast.”

  “He left his post?”

  “I told him to.”

  “That is—”

  “Ordered. I ordered him to.”

  His eyes narrowed.

  You should have told me you were coming. Someone should have told me. Why don’t mermen have personal assistants? If they had put you on my calendar, then I wouldn’t be a mess right now.

  Gailen spoke up. “Then we did cause a problem, Dannika?”

  “Yes,” Ciran said.

  “No, no.” She peered over Ciran’s looming shoulder. “You didn’t know. It’s fine.”

  Ciran turned to the warriors. “Go to Lotar.”

  They saluted uneasily and hurried down the beach path.

  “They didn’t mean it,” she told Ciran. “I hope you’re not mad.”

  “Mad? No.” He swung back to Dannika. “You live on the surface. You are the expert in human affairs.”

  “Yes, thank you. I am.”

  “And therefore you know whether or not you need a guard.”

  “Yes, well…I don’t think it hurts to have a guard. But my mission is to match warriors with their soul mates, and I won’t stop, even if it puts me in danger.”

  He stepped closer. “Then you are in danger?”

  She held her ground. “No more than anyone else at MerMatch.com.”

  “You are its leader.”

  “And that’s why I need us to get along. If you have a problem—” She made a sweeping gesture at herself—“tell me now.”

  His gaze followed the path of her hand down her body, trailing over her breasts, caressing below the navel, down bare legs and all the way back up. “Hmm.”

  Oh. God.

  Her throat went dry.

  She coughed. “What? You have a problem?”

  “Yes.” He rested a forearm on the doorjamb above her cottage and leaned in, scanning her bedroom and then back to her. Protective, but sensual. “Do not sacrifice your safety for our happiness.”

  “My mission—”

  “Is honorable. Our warriors do need mates, and we desperately need young fry. But Dannika, you also must be safe.”

  “If I don’t support your warriors once they find their soul mates, I’m not a very good matchmaker, am I?”

  “You are an excellent matchmaker.”

  Her heart throbbed. “Oh?”

  “Yes.” Ciran’s true belief blazed into her. “You have brought happiness to many warriors, and you shine like a beacon of hope those who are still searching. But Zoan would never forgive himself if you were hurt in his absence. Please value yourself as we do.”

  “Oh.” She swallowed hard. “You are so sweet.”

  He tilted his head. “And you will value yourself?”

  “I hear what you’re saying. But when you’ve met your special someone and you’re falling in love, every moment is precious. You need to spend it together.”

  “Warriors can endure a separation. Once a warrior has found his soul mate, he will not stop until she accepts his claim.”

  A thousand silent signals passed between them. This gorgeous, protective warrior focused on her with his huge, intellectual heart, and a hot current in her blood pounded to his rhythms. She wanted him now just as badly as when they’d first met. Worse, now, because the craving to taste his love had only increased.

  You must be safe. Please value yourself as we do.

  These pure-hearted warriors deserved all she could give and more. Ciran especially. She needed him to be happy.

  She needed him to have a wonderful life.

  And that was why she had to put aside her shallow lust and focus on his future. “I am so happy you’ve come back. Are you finally ready to open your heart?”

  “Dannika.” His dark gaze stole her breath. “My heart has always been open to you.”

  “No, I meant…” She cleared her dry throat. “You’re ready to find the bride you truly deserve?”

  “More than ready.”

  “I’ll be so happy to guide you to your soul mate.”

  “She is right here.”

  Her heart throbbed again.

  Focus on his happiness. His future. His bride.

  “You know…” She cleared her throat again. “You know that I can’t accept.”

  “Do I?”

  “You should. I’ve told you before.” Dannika rested her hand on the doorknob and inched away from the hard wall of muscle she just wanted to cling to and squeeze. “It’s common for a client to fixate on his first point of contact at a dating agency.”

  “I do not fixate on a contact.” His gaze dropped to her chest. A slight smile curved his firm lips. “Your soul glows with my presence.”

  Dannika pressed one palm to her chest. “I’ve heard my soul is bright.”

  “My warriors see your affinity to the sea. But your soul shines even brighter in my presence.”

  “Well…ah, that’s because…uh…you should focus on yourself, not on me.”

  “Our souls resonate, Dannika. That is how a warrior recognizes his bride. How I recognized my bride.”

  His voice lowered, and the husky tone made her heart squeeze. Rivulets of desire flooded her feminine channel, and need pinched her breasts.

  “I will not descend again until she is mine.”

  Heat soaked her.

  His hard gaze said that he knew everything. Her reactions, her arousal, his effect on her.

  Magnetic desire urged her to pull his rock-hard body into her arms, straddle him, meld their lips and kiss him senseless. His hands would clamp her waist and press her against his demanding erection. She’d murmur wild promises
to turn him on—that of course she was his bride, and he was always right—and she would throw her head back as he took her the way she’d dreamed—literally dreamed, naked and sweaty in tangled silk, gasping awake with shock and then promising herself never to remember. She'd seen his cock, full and gorgeous, the day he’d first emerged from the water in New York and strode to her with unwavering certainty. She knew exactly what she was missing by keeping her hands to herself.

  “That is…one person’s opinion,” she finally said, the doorknob digging into her back.

  “Actually, all the warriors agree you are my bride.”

  Wait.

  What?

  “You’ve talked about this to the other warriors?”

  “They expect you to accept my claim, leave the surface world behind, and journey to Atlantis. Tonight.”

  “Tonight?” She released the door and forced him back a step. “Well, reassure your warriors that I’m not going anywhere. Running MerMatch is my top priority.”

  “Your destiny is—”

  “My destiny is to find your warriors their soul mates. Everyone deserves true love, and yours, Ciran, is still out there.”

  He sighed in frustration. “She is standing in front of me.”

  “Do this exercise with me, Ciran. Envision your future bride, believe she’ll come to you, and manifest her.”

  “I see your desire.”

  “Close your eyes.” She stepped back, around the door, and put it between them. “And don’t worry. I’m perfectly resolved to put your happiness above mine.”

  He shifted his weight onto his heels. “I am not.”