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unconcerned that red-and-white frosting now streaked her ten-thousand-dollar dress. She elbowed her way past the guests. “I need him. Let me go back to him.”
    â€œTamara?” her new husband asked, incredulous. He rushed toward his bride and locked her in his arms, his expression concerned as she struggled to break free. “What’s wrong with you, kitten?”
    â€œI need… him. ” The last word was uttered on a relieved, happy sigh.
    The six sea gods had jerked back the tent flap. They stepped inside, consuming every inch of breathable space and blocking the only exit. Immediately the music screeched to a halt. The male guests cowered, as if death had just arrived, and the females gasped in bliss, already moving toward the warriors, reaching out, eager to touch them.
    â€œGet out of here,” Shaye growled. “We have weapons. Guns…and…and other menacing stuff.”
    All six sets of eyes scanned the crowd, drinking in every detail…searching…searching…and then lockingon her. She trembled, dizzying warmth spearing her. Naked images tried to rush through her again. Sweaty skin, flushed, pink with arousal…
    Not again! She forced her mind to remain blank.
    Who were these men? How did they do that? How did they make her long to forget who and what she was and simply enjoy the pleasures she somehow knew they could give her?
    Fighting a wave of panic, Shaye quickly grabbed the cake knife from the ground and held it in front of her. Icing smeared her hand; her heart thumped erratically in her chest. In high school she’d picked a few fights with her stepsiblings. Yes, it had been her misguided attempt to keep them at a distance so she wouldn’t begin to like them only to lose them a few months later, but she’d actually managed to win some of those fights. Not that any of her brothers and sisters had carried knives or sported more muscles than two body builders fused together.
    The warrior in the middle, the exquisitely formed blond giant who had beckoned her over to him on the beach, motioned her over once more. There was still a hint of anger in his eyes, still a too-sensual pull about him. Now, however, he seemed all the more predatory. Sexual. In the well-lit tent, she could see the silver hoop winking at his nipple.
    â€œCome,” he said.
    Everything inside her might scream to obey, to go to him, to suck that hoop into her mouth while she ground herself against his erection, but she gulped and shook her head. “No.” Erection. God. She hadn’t even looked there. But she knew, as if the knowledge was imprinted on her every cell, that he was aroused.
    His kissable, lickable lips lifted in a slow, wicked smile, as though he’d wanted her to deny him. “I will delight in showing you the error of your ways.”
    Yep. He’d wanted.

CHAPTER THREE
    M Y MATE , V ALERIAN thought, incredulous. He’d found his mate.
    He hadn’t been looking, hadn’t wanted to find her, but found her he had. As legend claimed, he’d caught the scent of her and had known. Known beyond any doubt. Mine. His every cell had awakened for her, responded to her.
    When he and his men had first exited the portal, human sea-warriors clad in strange, tight, black garments had attacked them and tried to drag them onto boats that waited above. There had been a struggle, but the nymphs ultimately won, disposing of both the men and the boats. After that, the nymphs hadn’t cared about the scenery of this surface world they’d only dreamed about. They simply wanted to find some women and sweep them to Atlantis.
    One female in particular had caught and held his gaze. She was tall and slender, yet beautifully curved, her stomach flat, her hips slightly rounded. Her legs were long and tapered and climbed straight to the new center of his world.
    Her angelic face boasted a luscious little chin, glowing cheeks and a daintily sloped nose. Her