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When Talia agreed to take a break from her research to spend a week at the beach, she never dreamed she’d end up a captive in the depths of the ocean with her friend Janelle. Janelle has a fondness for fairy tales and she’s sure their abductors, with their gold-medal swimmer physiques, are sea people—mermen. Talia knows that’s ridiculous, but when one of the men, Ballard, slips her his knife and lets her in on his own purpose for being there, she starts to suspect that the truth is beyond anything even Janelle could have imagined. She can’t deny her attraction to Ballard, but also can’t fully trust this man and his extraordinary claims. To get back home, she may have no choice.
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Something felt off. The ocean was always in motion, but right now there was an unnatural quiet. Something was definitely wrong. There was an odd, low sound in the air—more a vibratory sensation than a sound—that she couldn’t place.
“Janelle, I think we’d better get away from—” A shriek cut her off, and Talia whipped around, her heart in her throat. But then the shriek dissolved into drunken giggling.
“What’s wrong?” Janelle asked, a nervous edge in her voice.
“I’m not sure, but . . .” Talia looked back out at the ocean, and she could swear there was a dark shape where there’d been nothing just a moment ago. She shook her head. “The water. It shouldn’t be so still. It’s supposed to be almost high tide right now. And there’s . . . something out there.” She pointed at the horizon.
There was a soft boom, like a distant clap of thunder. Talia probably wouldn’t have even heard it if they’d been back at the bar.
“What the hell was that?” Janelle was twisting around now, too.
Talia hesitated only a second before grabbing her friend’s wrist. “Let’s get out of here.”
But just as they turned to head back toward the bar, there was a violently bright flash of green light behind them. By sheer luck, Talia was facing away from it. Janelle wasn’t so fortunate; she screamed and pulled her wrist away from Talia’s grasp to slap her fingers over her eyes. Her plastic cup dropped to the sand and rolled away.
Drunk college kids were starting to move toward the water, apparently drawn by the light. Blinking spots from her eyes, trying to see around the afterimage left by the flash, Talia grabbed for Janelle’s elbow just before they were engulfed by a mass of pitching, hollering people. Talia tried to fight against the flow, but there were too many moving bodies and they were too inebriated to get out of her way.
She changed tacks and tried to move laterally along the beach and away from the thickest part of the throng. But she forgot about the rocky, jagged outcropping at this end of the beach that blocked the way to the next beach over. She whipped her gaze back and forth just as there was another flare of green light, this one a normal flash like sheet lightning. The crowd let out drunken cheers and hoots in response to the light.
In the brief moment of illumination, Talia saw an escape—even though it should be high tide, the water had receded enough that they could make it around the rocky point.
She headed for the rocks, splashing through little pools of water and tugging Janelle along. Despite the party atmosphere of the crowd, her pulse was in an all-out sprint, as if trying to urge her to move faster.
Away from the crowd, she could finally try to talk to her friend. “Are you okay?”
Janelle was blinking rapidly, but she nodded. “I think so, except everything is covered in black blobs.”
“Your poor eyes. They just need some time to recover.” Talia helped Janelle over a patch of rocks and kept a hold of her hand. Talia angled toward higher ground, straining to pick out the best route in the darkness.
“What’s happening? Some kind of storm?”
“Maybe, I don’t know. It’s not like any storm I’ve ever—” Talia’s words were interrupted by Janelle’s scream just as she realized the water was rising again.
Just as Janelle tripped, Talia stumbled in the swirling water and lost her grip on her friend’s hand. Talia turned to see the water swelling up, a rogue wave that was seconds away from crashing down on them.
Except it wasn’t a wave. Every muscle in Talia’s body went rigid as she watched an object rise out of the ocean, an enormous dome shape breaching the surface and sending water cascading down its sides. A green arc of electricity bolted over the surface of the dome—or maybe inside it?—and dissolved back to darkness. Talia caught sight of more domes rising up back where the college students were milling along the shoreline. And the water was rushing in, already churning up to her knees and rising at an alarming speed.
Talia lunged, tripping as she tried to reach for her friend’s outstretched hand. “Janelle!”
Something had a hold of Janelle, and it was dragging her out toward the dark dome. Splashing after her friend, Talia fell when something sharp jabbed into the bottom of her foot. She went down, her chest and stomach dipping into the water and her hands hitting the sandy bottom. When her knuckles knocked against a small, jagged object, she automatically wrapped her fingers around it, hoping it was something she could use as a weapon. Pushing back up to her feet, she clutched the shard of shell she’d found, feeling its sharp edge against her palm.
She frantically struggled forward, but Janelle was being pulled under. When her head disappeared into the water, Talia shouted her friend’s name and pushed herself to go faster. The water was nearly to her chest now, and it was still rising. In the dark, it was impossible to see where Janelle might be. Every second mattered. If Janelle stayed under much longer, she’d surely drown.
Talia dove at the spot where she’d last seen Janelle. Flailing her arms around in the cold water, Talia searched blindly.
After a long minute Talia had to surface for air. The sounds of panicked screams met her ears. Now the college kids were fleeing away from the rising water, but there were cries of female voices and splashes of struggling forms in the shallow water. Others were being dragged out to sea like Janelle.
Another flash of green light arced over all of the domes. Talia whipped back to the ocean and the dome looming a few yards away, her chest tight with panic.
“Janelle!” she cried, salty spray filling her mouth as she treaded water.
The wind had picked up and was gusting rhythmically, throwing up small waves and splashes.
Something solid brushed Talia’s shin, and tried to wrap around her lower leg. She gasped and jerked her legs up. Again, something seemed to grasp at her, this time around her ankle. She kicked out, trying to pull away as more fingers, or tendrils, or something, bumped against her.
With a spike of adrenaline fueling her, she turned toward the shore. She shot forward with a strong kick and launched into the fastest crawl she could manage. But an iron grip encased her ankle and yanked her back and down so abruptly, she barely sucked in a breath before going under.
Kicking madly against whatever was holding her, she suddenly remembered the sharp shell still clutched tightly in her hand. Doubling over to get closer to her attacker, she slashed down. The shell hit soft flesh, and the hold on her ankle released. She stuck her makeshift weapon between her teeth and scooped water down and away in strong strokes, struggling toward the surface.
But just as her head rose high enough to allow a desperate gulp of air, something wrapped around her waist and pulled her back under.
She slashed out again, but this time her attacker’s grip stayed firm. The shell slipped from her fingers. Something was pulling her down . . . down . . . The sound of swirling water and her own panicked pulse filled her ears. She was out of air. This was it. She was going to die in the ocean she loved so much.
Her body screamed for oxygen, and she choked back the urge to inhale.
Then something pressed against her face, and bubbles tickled her skin and went up her nose. She coughed and then reflexively inhaled.
Someone was holding some kind of mask over her mouth and nose. She took greedy gulps of air and coughed again. The mask didn’t cover her eyes, so she was still moving blindly through the water, but whoever—or whatever—had her by the waist was pulling her through the water at an impressive speed. Cool skin—smooth and rippled with muscle—pressed against hers.
About the author…
Hi there! I’m Jayne Faith, USA TODAY bestselling author of the urban fantasy Ella Grey Series and the dystopian romance Sapient Salvation Series. When I’m not tapping away at my keyboard while swilling coffee and tea, I’m playing with my dog; eating, flipping through recipes online, fantasizing about food, dreaming up my next meal (yeah, I’m obsessed with food); doing yoga or Pilates; or watching TV.