Thursday, May 13, 2010

Mythical Monsters: Siren's Release by Cynthia Sax

Mythical Monsters: Siren's Release by Cynthia   Sax

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Mythical Monsters: Siren's Release

by Cynthia Sax
cover art by ReneƩ George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-309-5
Series: Mythical Monsters
Length: Novella

Book Summary Adara, a siren with no powers of enticement, has spent her entire life on an island prison. When she meets a man at the water's edge, she thinks he is her key to freedom. One touch of his hand, however, and she is enslaved once more.

The bargain seemed simple. Demas is to abduct a siren and deliver her to Hades, god of the underworld. His payment for this never-before-achieved task will be immortality. The cost could be an eternity without the woman he loves.

Mythical Monsters: Siren's Release
Cynthia Sax
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Copyright ©2010 Cynthia Sax

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Adara tilted her head back. A gull circled far above her. Its presence didn't surprise her. The bird, housing the soul of a human, followed her everywhere. Only when a young siren mastered her song would the soul be set free. Adara sighed. It was a constant reminder that she should practice.
She released a note into the air, her voice pure and strong. A siren's song was laced with yearning, she had been told. The only yearning Adara knew was for adventure so she sang of her desire to be free of her island prison. She pressed her hands to her abdomen. She sang of how she wished to spread her clipped wings and fly.
The gull drifted away on a southbound wind and Adara's shoulders slumped. She was a failure. She would spend eternity trapped on the island of Sirenum Scopuli, doing nothing other than listening as her aunts lured sailors closer.
She wouldn't survive such torture. She had to escape. She hiked down to the shore, the spray plastering her cotton shift to her body. A rope wet from the sea lay upon the rocks. Adara added it to her pile of material. Her heart lightened. If last night's debris was any indication, she would need only three more shipwrecks before she began building.
Having studied extensively the vessels the humans traveled in, she had a design in mind. Adara weaved between the rocks, searching for planks. She didn't need a ship as large. She needed a vessel like -- Adara stopped, her eyes widening -- like that one. A boat was moored an easy swim away. She blinked. Was this a trick by the gods? She took a tentative step toward the vision.
A hand covered her mouth, and she was yanked back against a hard chest, her wings folded in tightly. She struggled, kicking up water and sand. "Hush, my beauty. I have you," a deep voice rumbled in her ear.
It was a male voice. Adara froze. No man since her father had reached the island alive. She twisted her head. A blue-eyed gaze met hers, and her heart fluttered. He had the blond good looks of Apollo, the most handsome of all the gods.
"Don't fight me." The flat of a knife pressed between her breasts. "I don't wish to hurt you." As Adara didn't wish to be hurt, she forced her body to relax. "I would not need my knife to do so. You're smaller than I expected." His breath was warm upon her cheek.
He wasn't what she expected a human to be, either. His chin was coarse with stubble. His form was all defined muscle, unyielding against her curves. His cock pressed hard between her soft ass cheeks as she wiggled.
"Be still, siren. I have caught you and I plan to keep you." His arms tightened even more around her. "I'm taking you away with me."
He was taking her away? She glanced at the boat. He had come to rescue her? She immediately rejected that hopeful thought. He didn't know her. He knew only what she was, capturing her for his own benefit. She would be his prisoner, exchanging this cell for one of his making.
"You have no claws, no hair of snakes, no breath of fire." He slid the knife back in its sheath.
Claws? Adara frowned against his palm. Did he think her a monster? "Will you promise not to scream, little one, if I remove my hand?"
If she screamed, the other sirens would come. More fearful of the gods than she was, they'd take him away from her. The moored boat would be sunk. Her pile of boat building materials would be destroyed. She'd never escape. No, she wouldn't scream. Adara nodded.
"Should I trust a siren?" He hesitated a moment more before removing his hand. He spun her quickly in his arms, his chest flattening her breasts. "Let me look at you." He caught her chin between a callused finger and thumb, raising her face. He breathed in sharply, his blue eyes darkening. "In all my travels, I've never seen a creature as beautiful as you."
He thought her beautiful. Before she could form a proper reply, his mouth descended and all rational thought vanished. His lips pressed insistently against hers. She gasped, her mouth opening, and his tongue slipped between her teeth.
Adara's mind whirled at the sensation. This was kissing. Her aunts' late night reminiscing hadn't prepared her for the reality. He ravished her mouth, stroking into her with an ancient rhythm her body recognized. Adara reached up in response, gripping his shoulders with her fingers, pulling him nearer.

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