- Published: 16 April 2024
- ISBN: 9781804947456
- Imprint: Penguin
- Format: Paperback
- Pages: 336
- RRP: $22.99
Hunt On Dark Waters
A sexy fantasy romance from TikTok phenomenon and author of Neon Gods
Once upon a time, the realms used to be much closer to each other. People and creatures could jump them easily, which is where a lot of stories of myths and monster come from. No one knows what happened to make crossing all but impossible, only that it was a very long time ago. So many generations have passed that people have stopped wondering.
But…Threshold? A realm that’s still connected to every other realm in existence? The possibilities make my palms itch.
The captain shoves open a door and the light dims as we leave the deck. I honestly don’t know what I expected. Nothing about this ship matches expectations for…pirates? I’m not sure if this crew even qualifies as pirates as I recognize them.
Cool air brushes my bare skin and wet clothes and makes me shiver. The captain sets me on my feet and I waste no time looking around. There’s a large desk near a trio of massive windows that look out over the water and the wake of the ship’s passing. Polished wood floors. A door on either side of the room.
It’s bigger than I expected, and I pause to take in the space again. I’m no architect but I’m certain the walls go well past where the end of the ship should be. Is this a pocket realm? But then how is it looking out at the water we’ve just sailed through?
My attention goes to the desk. It’s not made of any wood I recognize and the surface shimmers a little. Magic? I try to take a step forward but I’m still bound with the captain’s power.
I glare at him. Gods, but he’s even more attractive now than he was when I first opened my eyes. Dark hair that’s just long enough to be termed roguish. A nice square jaw that probably shatters the fists of anyone who tries to punch him. A well-muscled body that is obviously used to hard work, clothed in fitted pants, a loose black shirt with a V that gives a tantalizing glimpse of a broad chest sprinkled with hair, and a duster I want to steal right off his back. His eyes are almost as dark as Lizzie’s… No, best not to think about Lizzie or how furious she looked when I saw her last. How murderous.
If I can get through a different portal, I really will be beyond her grasp.
I tuck the thought away. It’s a potential plan for the future, but first I have to navigate this mess I’ve found myself in.
The captain surveys me with a critical eye, his expression all forbidding lines that do not give me a thrill. “If I remove your gag, will you behave?”
Absolutely not. I try to look sincere as I nod. He doesn’t seem convinced, but the power wedging my jaw shut eases. I open and close my mouth a few times. It doesn’t actually hurt—he was remarkably gentle with superior control—but I’ll take any drop of guilt I can dredge up. It’s an excellent lever to get people to do what you want.
Halt and Will had been trailing the Wargals for three days. The four heavy-bodied, brutish creatures, foot soldiers of the rebel warlord Morgarath, had been sighted passing through Redmont Fief, heading north.
Charlie’s ugly Crocs stuck to the mats on the floor behind the bar, making a sticky, squelching sound.
Here he is in the furthest corner of an antique desert, just one of a string of people who move silently across the sand.
All souls are special. Son or daughter, Grimm or not, Life touches her spirit to every one of her creations.
Back in his den with the cocoa he settles into the beanbag chair bequeathed to him by a departing student the year before.