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Jewels from the Sea (LoveXtreme)

The Aquans 1

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 30,445
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[Siren LoveXtreme Special Edition: Erotic Paranormal Ménage Romance, M/F/M/M/M/M, mermen]

Heiress Savannah Godfrey is relaxing on the deck of a Caribbean cruise ship when a gorgeous naked man rises from the water and invites her to the island retreat he shares with four other mermen. Together, Kral, Bariah, Joquin, Jhoad and Zoeb introduce Savannah to a world of sand, surf, and bodily pleasures she has never imagined.

Savannah is astonished, but intrigued, when the mermen suggest that she is the perfect mate for all five of them, an arrangement central to traditional merman culture.

She returns to the ship to consider their offer, but before long a mysterious attempt is made on her life. After they rescue her, all five mermen pledge to help discover and outwit whoever is trying to kill her. Will she live long enough to take them up on their offer of a multiple marriage?

Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among the men.

A Siren Erotic Romance


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Fantastic reading. I love this series.

- Barefoot Okie

Interesting spin on mermen. I look forward to te next book.

- nursedoctor

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4.5 CHERRIES: "Jewels From the Sea is filled with romance, hot sex in a multitude of places, and five very hot and sexy men. Men who belong to an ancient and forgotten race, looking for a woman to lead them and make them complete. A cruise is just what her two closest friends convince heiress Savannah Godfrey she needs after her fathers death. After the support they gave her through everything, she treats David and Angela to the trip aboard the Caribbean Dream, hoping the relaxation will help with the dizzy spells she has been feeling since her loss. And it does seem to be working, at least until she sees a man swimming along next to the ship: a man no one else sees, a man who couldn’t possibly be there. When she suffers another dizzy spell, she goes to her cabin to relax, telling her friends she’s just under the influence of the unfamiliar drinks and climate. To her surprise, she receives a visit from the mystery man, and falls to sleep after the best sexual encounter of her life. When she wakes, he is gone and Savannah wonders if she imagined him. When she encounters him again at the costume party, her friends try to prevent them from being together. Later that night, Savannah feels hands grab her, and force her to drink something, and then she is thrown overboard. Kral, her mystery man, rescues her, and takes her to his island. There she finds out that Kral is not really human, but is one of a group of men from the ancient land of Lemuria, and that he and his friends are Aquans. They worship her and care for her, and ask her to stay with them. Savannah is tempted, but also feels the need to let her friends know she is okay. Kral believes there is something off about her ‘accident’ and convinces her to let him and the rest of his pod of Aquans investigate before revealing herself. What they find shocks her to her very core. Can Savannah accept the life that Kral and the others offer her? Can the five Aquans stop the danger targeting their woman once and for all? Will Savannah return to her old life, or join her men on the island for a new and brighter future? I thoroughly enjoyed the role reversal here: the men stay near shore in groups, while the women of their race seek their pleasure where they roam and then move on. I loved the characters in this. But this is not just a hot and sexy story, it is also one of greed and betrayal, and danger. Yes the sex is hot and plentiful, but it was the plot, the mystery, that kept me reading. I just had to find out who wanted Savannah dead, and why. Savannah is going through changes. She is afraid she has developed the condition that killed her mother, because of her dizzy spells. She is generous and loyal to her friends, and is ready to move on after all she has been through. I like watching her open up as she discovered there was more to the world than she had been aware of. I enjoyed watching her discover her sensuous side, the side willing to open up to new experiences. The men-Aquans-that want Savannah are as different from each other as they can be. There is Kral, the tall and handsome leader of his pod, who instinctively knew Savannah would be the perfect woman for his two pod mates and himself. Joquin is tall, blond and gently sweet, and Bariah is just a bit shorter that the other two, dark and more serious than the others. The other two, who join the pod later, are Jhoad and Zoeb, and both are as handsome and virile as the three men Savannah is starting to care for. There is an edge to the story of who wants Savannah dead, and why. I was a bit surprised to see who the guilty parties were, and just how far they would go to get what they wanted. I enjoyed watching the interaction between Savannah and her men, and I was intrigued once again by the reversal of stereotypical behavior: when Savannah returns to the ship, all five men are worried that they have lost her, that she will forget them. There is a fantastic happy ever after for Savannah and her pod of Aquans, and there is love and passion and lots of very steamy sex: on the ship, on the beach, in the ocean, in the lagoon...One warning with this one, and a tip: be prepared for lots of hot and exotic sex, and bring lots of ice water and a fan to cool down with." --Holly, Whipped Cream Reviews

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With a growl of excitement, Bariah tilted his hips and pushed his way inside. “So tight,” he whispered, struggling to insert himself a fraction of an inch at a time. She could tell he was struggling, and in all honesty the sensation was a little painful at first, but also so exotic that it felt completely right. Where else could she experience all the delights her body had to offer if not here, with these exceptional men?

She braced herself against Joquin, squeezing her eyes shut and willing herself to take more and more, and finally all of Bariah inside her. All the new sensations zigzagging up and down her body made it difficult to concentrate on any one feeling or control any one muscle in particular, but luckily the guys seemed perfectly capable of handling the situation…and her.

Just as Bariah eased what she figured was the last inch of his cock inside her, she felt Joquin start to push deeper inside her pussy. The tender flesh gripping him stretched and expanded as he fed inch after delightful inch of his vein-streaked hard-on into her. She was so attuned to him that every throb of his shaft triggered a similar rush that ran straight to the center of her clit. She could only imagine how flushed and bulging it must look, like a cherry jammed between her pussy-lips…a cherry so ripe it was about to burst.

“Okay,” she heard Joquin growl. He seemed to be talking over her shoulder to Bariah. “I’m in. You?”

“Yeah,” Bariah managed to say between gasps. The timbre in his voice told the whole story. He, too, was experiencing pleasure just as overwhelming as hers.

“Let’s go, then,” Joquin answered.

She felt both men tense up on either side of her.

Gradually, her two lovers’ cocks began to fuck her in a slow, controlled rhythm. Somehow, they kept perfect pace with each other. When Bariah would press forward, Joquin would pull back, drawing his shaft an inch or so out of her. Then he would push it back in and Bariah would slide partially out. Though she sensed some chafing and the ghost of a little pain, overall the dual sensation of being thoroughly and perfectly fucked from both ends resembled nothing short of heaven.

Soon an orgasm as powerful as the rip currents circling the island churned inside her and surged higher, seeking an outlet. Hot, sticky wetness poured from her body, coating both of them as they slid in and out on a lust-slicked wave. For one wild moment, it almost seemed as if her inner membranes had dissolved and the entire lower half of her body had become a single, open orifice for the three of them to enjoy together.

Once again, though, they stopped just as she was about to come. Like their friends before them, they pulled away and tugged themselves out of her in tandem. Their slow withdrawal, perfectly timed to happen simultaneously, seemed like the worst torment she had ever experienced. She was so close to coming she almost couldn’t bear it.

“No,” she pleaded. “Don’t stop.”

“Just hold on,” Joquin said, running his lips down her throat as he helped Bariah ease  her to the ground. “Just a couple more minutes and it will all be worth it, I promise.”

“Trust us,” Bariah said.

She did. She had to. But it took every ounce of self-control she had not to reach between her own legs and coax herself to the explosion she craved. The slightest touch of her fingers would do it, she sensed.

Instead, she lay stretched out in the sand, her body quivering as raw, primal need threatened to drive her mad, while each of the men drew one of her limbs outward and knelt. Bariah and Jhoad each held one of her feet while Joquin and Zoeb took her hands. Spread-eagled and exposed to the sky, she soon realized that a fifth pair of hands was on her, too—Kral. He took his place between her open legs, tossing the sarong aside while he hunkered down.

He skimmed his fingers around her entrance first, pacing himself and exciting her beyond belief. She watched the top of his head move as he bent low over her, this time arousing her with his tongue. Again, stars danced in front of her eyes as she came close to losing herself for the third time. The sensations were so intense that she left all rational thought behind and became a single throbbing nerve. The sea, the stars, this island, and the five men around her all contracted into one blur of otherworldly bliss.

Though she couldn’t see exactly what was happening, thanks to her hazy vision and his broad shoulders blocking the way, she knew the outline of his cockhead when it nestled against her slit. Eager to feel Kral’s hard length inside, she opened her legs as wide as they would go and bucked her hips. Her attempt to entrap him would have succeeded had he not drawn back with a brief, guttural laugh. He soon slipped back into place, though, inserting just the head of his cock and using it to tantalize the shallows of her pussy.

“Kral…please…take me,” she moaned.

“Soon enough,” he rasped against her shoulder.

He lay like that for a moment, his cock wedged in her only up to his crown, using the thick ridge to torment her. Meanwhile, the other men held her limbs down in the sand, their fingers massaging her flesh at every point of contact. The playful restraint made it all the more exquisite. Kral could do anything he wanted to her, she realized, and what he wanted to do most, along with the others, was love her. Forever.

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