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Multi-award-winning author Dawn Thompson writes sensuous historical romance, including Regency-set historicals, paranormal romance, and Celtic and Norse medievals, incorporating the history, theology, legend, and lore of her heritage in The Ravencliff Bride, The Waterlord, The Falcon's Bride, and Blood Moon.

And now, she turns up the heat with erotic fantasy, where worlds are Otherworlds, lore comes to life, romance reigns, and unbridled passions know no bounds.ÿTo learn more about Dawn and her books visit www.dawnthompson.com.

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  • ISBN-13: 9780758221797
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 9/1/2007
  • Pages: 304
  • Product dimensions: 5.56 (w) x 8.24 (h) x 0.89 (d)

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Lord of the Deep


By Dawn Thompson

APHRODISIA BOOKS

Copyright © 2007 Dawn Thompson
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7582-2179-7


Chapter One

The Isle of Mists, in the Eastern Archipelago, Principalities of Arcus

Meg saw the seals from her window, their silvery coats rippling as they thrashed out of the sea and collected along the shore. She'd seen them sunning themselves on the rocks by day and had watched them frolic in the dusky darkness from that dingy salt-streaked window in her loft chamber many times since her exile to the island, but not like tonight, with their slick coats gleaming in the moonlight. Full and round, the summer moon left a silvery trail in the dark water that pointed like an arrow toward the creatures frolicking along the strand, lighting them as bright as day. Meg's breath caught in her throat. Behind, the high-curling combers crashing on the shore took on the ghostly shape of prancing white horses-pure illusion that disappeared the instant their churning hooves touched sand. In the foaming surf left behind, the seals began to shed their skins, revealing their perfect male and female nakedness. Meg gasped. It was magical.

Her heartbeat began to quicken. She inched nearer to the window until her hot breath fogged the glass. The nights were still cool beside the sea-too cool for cavorting naked in the moonlight. And where had theseals gone? These were humans, dark haired, graceful men and women with skin like alabaster, moving with the undulant motion of the sea they'd sprung from in all their unabashed glory. They seemed to be gathering the skins they'd shed, bringing them higher toward the berm and out of the backwash.

Mesmerized, Meg stared as the mating began.

One among the men was clearly their leader. His dark wet hair, crimped like tangled strands of seaweed, waved nearly to his broad shoulders. Meg's eyes followed the moonbeam that illuminated him, followed the shadows that collected along the knife-straight indentation of his spine defining the dimples above his buttocks and the crease that separated those firm round cheeks. The woman in his arms had twined herself around him like a climbing vine, her head bent back beneath his gaze, her long dark hair spread about her like a living veil.

All around them others had paired off, coupling, engaging in a ritualistic orgy of the senses beneath the rising moon, but Meg's eyes were riveted to their leader. Who could they be? Certainly not locals. No one on the island looked like these, like him, much less behaved in such a fashion. She would have noticed.

Meg wiped the condensation away from the windowpane with a trembling hand. What she was seeing sent white-hot fingers of liquid fire racing through her belly and thighs, and riveting chills loose along her spine. It was well past midnight, and the peat fire in the kitchen hearth below had dwindled to embers. Oddly, it wasn't the physical cold that griped her then, hardening her nipples beneath the thin lawn night smock and undermining her balance so severely she gripped the window ledge. Her skin was on fire beneath the gown. It was her finest. She'd worked the delicate blackwork embroidery on it herself. It would have seen her to the marriage bed if circumstances had been different-if she hadn't been openly accused of being a witch on the mainland and been banished to the Isle of Mists for protection, for honing her inherent skills, and for mentoring by the shamans. But none of that mattered now while the raging heat was building at the epicenter of her sex-calling her hand there to soothe and calm engorged flesh through the butter-soft lawn ... at least that is how it started.

She inched the gown up along her leg and thigh and walked her fingertips through the silky golden hair curling between them, gliding her fingers along the barrier of her virgin skin, slick and wet with arousal. She glanced below. But for her termagant aunt, who had long since retired, she was alone in the thatched roof cottage. It would be a sennight before her uncle returned from the mainland, where he'd gone to buy new nets and eel pots, and to collect the herbs her aunt needed for her simples and tisanes. Nothing but beach grass grew on the Isle of Mists.

Meg glanced about. Who was there to see? No one, and she loosened the drawstring that closed the smock and freed her aching breasts to the cool dampness that clung stubbornly to the upper regions of the dreary little cottage, foul weather and fair.

Eyes riveted to the strand, Meg watched the leader of the strange congregation roll his woman's nipples between his fingers. They were turned sideways, and she could see his thick, curved sex reaching toward her middle. Still wet from the sea they'd come from, their skin shone in the moonlight, gleaming as the skins they'd shed had gleamed. They were standing ankle deep in the crashing surf that spun yards of gossamer spindrift into the night. Meg stifled a moan as she watched the woman's hand grip the leader's sex, gliding back and forth along the rigid shaft from thick base to hooded tip. Something pinged deep inside her watching him respond ... something urgent and unstoppable.

Her breath had fogged the pane again, and she wiped it away in a wider swath this time. Her breasts were nearly touching it. Only the narrow windowsill kept them from pressing up against the glass, but who could see her in the darkened loft? No one, and she began rolling one tall hardened nipple between her thumb and forefinger, then sweeping the pebbled areola in slow concentric circles, teasing but not touching the aching bud, just as the creature on the beach had done to the woman in his arms.

Excruciating ecstasy.

While the others were mating fiercely all along the strand, the leader had driven his woman to her knees in the lacy surf. The tide was rising, and the water surged around him at midcalf, breaking over the woman, creaming over her naked skin, over the seaweed and sand she knelt on as she took his turgid member into her mouth to the root.

Meg licked her lips expectantly in anticipation of such magnificence entering her mouth, responding to the caress of her tongue. She closed her eyes, imagining the feel and smell and taste of him, like sea salt bursting over her palate. This was one of the gifts that had branded her a witch.

When Meg opened her eyes again, her posture clenched. Had he turned? Yes! He seemed to be looking straight at her. It was almost as if he'd read her thoughts, as if he knew she was there all the while and had staged the torrid exhibition for her eyes alone to view. She couldn't see his face-it was steeped in shadow-but yes, there was triumph in his stance and victory in the posturing that took back his sex from the woman's mouth. His eyes were riveting as he dropped to his knees, spread the woman's legs wide to the rushing surf, and entered her in one slow, tantalizing thrust, like a sword being sheathed to the hilt, as the waves surged and crashed and swirled around them.

Still his shadowy gaze relentlessly held Meg's. For all her extraordinary powers of perception, she could not plumb the depths of that look as he took the woman to the rhythm of the waves lapping at them, laving them to the meter of his thrusts, like some giant beast with a thousand tongues. She watched the mystical surf horses trample them, watched the woman beneath him shudder to a rigid climax as the rising tide washed over her-watched the sand ebb away beneath the beautiful creature's buttocks as the sea sucked it back from the shore. All the while he watched her. It was as if she were the woman beneath him, writhing with pleasure in the frothy sea.

Captivated, Meg met the leader's silver-eyed gaze. She could almost feel the undulations as he hammered his thick, hard shaft into the woman, reaching his own climax. Meg groaned in spite of herself as he threw back his head and cried out when he came.

She should move away from the window ... But why? He couldn't see what she was doing to herself in the deep darkness of the cottage loft ... Could he? All at once it didn't matter. A hot lava flow of sweet sensation riddled her sex with pinpricks of exquisite agony. It was almost as if he were stroking her nipples and palpating the swollen nub at the top of her weeping vulva as she rubbed herself, slowly at first, then fiercely, until the thickening bud hardened like stone. She probed herself deeper. She could almost stretch the barrier skin and slip her finger inside, riding the silk of her wetness-as wet as the surging combers lapping relentlessly at the lovers on the beach. A firestorm of spasmodic contractions took her then, freeing the moan in her throat. It felt as if her bones were melting. Shutting her eyes, she shed the last remnants of modest restraint and leaned into her release.

The voyeuristic element of the experience heightened the orgasm, and it was some time before her hands gripped the windowsill again instead of tender flesh, and her gaze fell upon the strand below once more. But the silvery expanse of rockbound shoreline edged in seaweed stretching north and south as far as the eye could see was vacant. The strange revelers were gone!

Meg tugged the night shift back over her flushed breasts, though they ached for more stroking, and let the hem of the gown slide down her legs, hiding the palpitating flesh of her sex. Her whole body throbbed like a pulse beat, and she seized the thrumming mound between her thighs savagely through the gown in a vain attempt to quiet its tremors and made a clean sweep through the condensation on the window again. Nothing moved outside but the combers crashing on the strand. But for the echo of the surf sighing into the night, reverberating through her sex to the rhythm of fresh longing, all else was still.

No. She hadn't imagined it. The naked revelers mating on the beach had been real-as real as the seals that frequented the coast. Selkies? Could the shape-shifter legends be true? She'd heard little else since she came to the island.

Meg didn't stop to collect her mantle. Maybe the cool night air would cure the fever in her flesh. Hoisting up the hem of her night smock, she climbed down the loft ladder, tiptoed through the kitchen without making a sound, and stepped out onto the damp drifted sand that always seemed to collect about the doorsill. Nothing moved but the prancing white horses in the surf that drove it landward. Waterhorses? She'd heard that legend, too: innocent looking creatures that lured any who would mount them to a watery death. Real or imaginary, it didn't matter. The people she'd just seen there having sex were real enough, and she meant to prove it.

The hard, damp sand was cold beneath her bare feet as she padded over the shallow dune toward the shoreline. The phantom horses had disappeared from the waves crashing on the strand, as had every trace that anyone had walked that way recently. There wasn't a footprint in sight, and the sealskins Meg had watched them drag to higher ground were nowhere to be seen, either.

Having reached the ragged edge of the surf, Meg turned and looked back at the cottage beyond, paying particular attention to her loft window. Yes, it was close, but there was no way anyone could have seen her watching from her darkened chamber. Then why was she so uneasy? It wasn't the first time she'd touched herself in the dark, and it wouldn't be the last, but it had been the best, and there was something very intimate about it. The man who had aroused her seemed somehow familiar, and yet she knew they'd never met. Still, he had turned toward that window and flaunted himself as if he knew she had been watching, exhibiting his magnificent erection in what appeared to be a sex act staged solely for her benefit. Moist heat rushed at her loins, ripping through her belly and thighs with the memory.

Meg scooped up some of the icy water and bathed the aching flesh between her thighs. She plowed through the lacy surf where the lovers had performed-to the very spot where the mysterious selkie leader had spent his seed-and tried to order the mixed emotions riddling her. Absorbed in thought, she failed to feel the vibration beneath her feet until the horse was nearly upon her. It reared back on its hind legs, forefeet pawing the air, its long tail sweeping the sand a real horse this time, no illusion. Meg cried out as recognition struck. There was a rider on its back. He was naked and aroused. It was him, with neither bridle nor reins to control the beast, and nothing but a silvery sealskin underneath him.

He seemed quite comfortable in the altogether, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to sit a horse bareback, naked in the moonlight. She gasped. The horse had become quite docile, attempting to nuzzle her with its sleek white nose as it pranced to a standstill. She didn't want to look at the man on its back, but she couldn't help herself. He was a beguiling presence. As mesmerizing as he was from a distance, he was a hundred times more so at close range. Now she could see what the shadows had denied her earlier. His eyes, the color of mercury, were dark and penetrating, and slightly slanted. Somehow, she knew they would be. And his hair, while waving at a length to tease his shoulders in front, was longer in back and worn in a queue, tied with what appeared to be a piece of beach grass. How had she not noticed that before? But how could she have when he'd made such a display of himself face forward? Besides, her focus was hardly upon his hair.

Her attention shifted to the horse. At first she'd thought its mane and tail were black, but upon close inspection, she saw that they were white as snow, so tangled with seaweed they appeared black at first glance. But wait ... what had she heard about white horses whose mane and tail collected seaweed? A waterhorse! The phantom creature of legend that seduced its victims to mount and be carried off to drown in the sea ... But that was preposterous. Nevertheless, when its master reached out his hand toward her, she spun on her heels and raced back toward the cottage.

His laughter followed her, throaty and deep. Like an echo from the depths of the sea itself, it crashed over her just as the waves crashed over the shore. The sound pierced through her like a lightning bolt. The prancing waterhorse beneath him whinnied and clamped ferocious-looking teeth into the hem of her night shift, giving a tug that brought her to ground. She landed hard on her bottom, and the selkie laughed again as she cried out. Plucking her up as easily as if she were a broom straw, he settled her in front of him astride.

"You cannot escape me, Megaleen," he crooned in her ear. "You have summoned me, and I have come. You have no idea what it is that you have conjured-what delicious agonies you have unleashed by invoking me." His breath was moist and warm; it smelled of salt and the mysteries of the Otherworldly sea that had spawned him. "Hold on!" he charged, turning the horse toward the strand.

"Hold on to what?" Meg shrilled. "He has no bridle-no reins!"

Again his sultry voice resonating in her ear sent shivers of pleasure thrumming through her body. "Take hold of his mane," he whispered.

His voice alone was a seduction. He was holding her about the middle. Her shift had been hiked up around her waist when he settled her astride, and she could feel the thick bulk of his shaft throbbing against her buttocks, riding up and down along the cleft between the cheeks of her ass. The damp sealskin that stretched over the animal's back like a saddle blanket underneath her felt cool against Meg's naked thighs, but it could not quench the fever in her skin or douse the flames gnawing at the very core of her sex. The friction the waterhorse's motion created forced the wet sealskin fur deeper into her fissure, triggering another orgasm. Her breath caught as it riddled her body with waves of achy heat. She rubbed against the seal pelt, undulating to the rhythm of the horse's gait until every last wave had ebbed away, like ripples in a stream when a pebble breaks the water's surface.

(Continues...)



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  • Posted October 20, 2008

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    Amazing world-building

    Thompson just continued to amaze me with the scope of her talent. It seems no matter what she tried, I am amazed by her vision and the beauty of her written word. This time it was literary erotica, high class erotica, that totally kept me mesmerized. A wonderful Selkie tale! <BR/><BR/>The world-building is on par with LOTR, but with all the power of emotions missing from his works. I was very sad to learn the fourth book in the series was lost with Thompson's dead. <BR/><BR/>She and her beautiful talent will be greatly missed. My favourite author.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 3, 2008

    Mystical Erotic Fantasy!

    Many historical, paranormal and fantasy romances have mentioned sirens, satyrs, selkies, witches, fairies and creatures of the underworld that can shift shape and interact with humans many in deeply sexual ways. Dawn Thompson is one of the first writers to entertainingly explain this mystical and fantasy world to readers in such a sensual way that the reader actually feels connected, understands, and believes in this other world. The handsome Simeon is the Lord of the Deep and is a selkie that rules the ocean realm and at times can shed his seal skin and walk the land. Selkies are considered some of the most sensual creatures with high libidos and find nakedness and sexual contact a large part of their need to survive. It is during a time when Simeon and his other selkie consorts shed their skins on land at the ocean's edge that the beautiful Megaleen sees them through her window and is sexually stimulated by Simeon's beauty. Megaleen is a human that has been declared a witch and has been banished to the Isle of the Mists in the Eastern Archipelago, Principalities of Arcus to live with her aunt until she can be taken to the Isle and become a Priestess. But once Simeon sees the beautiful Meg he realizes she is his mate, although human, and takes her to live in his land where he, as The Lord of the Deep has power over the Isle and at times on the land. Under the ocean, with many beautiful and unique sea creatures, within the beautiful, deep, under water palaces, they continue to have many sensual encounters and their love deepens. But can Meg remain immortal like Simeon and can Simeon find a way to help keep her immortal while not losing his ability to lose his selkie self? If you are a reader that is uncomfortable with many sexual scenes, this book may be uncomfortable for you. But if you are a fan of the erotic romance, this book is extremely satisfying, because you will be able to see the beauty and lyrical descriptive fantasy above the sexuality. Not only does it have the erotic sexuality expected in an erotic romance, but the fantasy storyline of another world with many mystical creatures, some evil and working at hurting Meg and Simeon and destroying their love and immortality is a highly satisfying and enjoyable read, because there is an extremely interesting storyline beneath all of the erotic sensuality. I look forward to the sequel 'Lord of the Dark,' which is another one of the mystical creatures, this one who lives in the world above the land, who yearns for Meg in this first book, but realizes she truly belongs to Simeon. Dawn Thompson, now gone from us, has left many books behind to be released. As a cancer survivor, this reviewer can relate and embrace the focus of immortality and care of human souls that are lost in this other world of the deep ocean, a place of extensive life in which Ms. Thompson has written. Lord of the Deep is truly a beautiful story overall, well-written and a very satisfying read for the erotic, fantasy and/or paranormal fan to collect and keep.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 2, 2007

    amazing fantasy

    I have been reading Dawn Thompson and she just keeps wowing me with each new book. Selkies have been done in romance before, but this is the first time they have been done with such wonderful world building. It sensual erotica, but high class erotica, a book of beauty. Eager for the next in the series.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 11, 2007

    beautiful

    Thompson just continues to amaze me with the scoop of her talent. It seems no matter what she tries, I am amazed by her vision and the beauty of her written word. This time its literary erotica, high class erotica, that totally kept me mesmerized. A wonderful Selkie tale! Cannot wait for more in the original series.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 3, 2007

    simply outstanding

    Dawn Thompson, who also writes as Dawn MacTavish, is best known for her regency era historicals, often with a paranormal theme. From the lighter Highwayman tale (The Marsh Hawk) to her shapeshifter debut (The Ravencliff Bride), and now, she's pushed into dark, sexy, savvy Regency vampire tales that please romance readers and non-romance readers alike in the Blood Moon series (Blood Moon The Brotherhood The Ravening.) However, in her first book for Kensington Aphrodisia, she offers us yet another facet of her immeasurable talent - erotica historical fantasy. This book literally held me spellbound. Thompson is one of the most beautiful, lyrical writers out there. Her prose nearly sing. She really sets that quality loose in conjuring this erotic fantasy. Meg was accused of being a witch, so she is banished to the Isle of the Mists. Far away from everyone, she is entrigued when she spies the seals coming ashore late one night. From her darkened window, she watched enthralled, as she soon sees they are not seals, for they shed their pelts and turn into dozens of beautiful males and females. Naked, their glistening shapes contort, writhe, as they began a mating orgie. But then Meg can barely breathe as she sees him--the Lord of the Deep. Meg faces a fate of giving her virginity to the shaman of a cult, and groomed to be a priestess, only that night as she watches the Selkie Leader on the beach, suddenly, her life takes a new path. In return, he spies Meg watching him and now wants her. Simeon is tired of his Selkie consorts, and is desirous of something 'more' to his life. At first he carries Meg off, thinking after they had sex, he would lose interest, as he had with so many others, but Meg is different, and he wants to keep her. Only Meg cannot exist long in his world, nor he in hers. Add in other factors working to keep these two lovers apart, you have a rousing story...lol...in more ways than one! Once again, Thompson draws strongly on historical lore, then refashioned the myths and legends into her very own tale that leaves the reader breathless. The first of at least four 'Lord' tales, Thompson hits her strike with this book from page one and doesn't stop, leaving you eager for Lord of the Dark, the next book in the series. Outstanding!

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    Shamans, her Aunt Adelia and her Uncle Olwyn, are mentoring their niece Meg in the Witching Ways on the Iles of Mists in the Principalities of Arcus. Lonely she sees seals playing in the nearby water, but in the blink of an eye, they vanish and men are frolicking instead. She wonders if they are the legendary Selkie when one of them, the seeming leader of the group, claims she called him. Simeon insists he, as the Lord of the Deep, will answer her magical calling. He continues to see her although both their species would disown them for forging a taboo relationship. Simeon knows he has done broken the first commandment of his people by falling in love with a land dweller. Meanwhile Meg reciprocates, but knows the impossibility of their being together as he is a sea creature. However, love as the strongest magic of all is the only possible way that a sea immortal and land mortal can become one. --- LORD OF THE DEEP is a fabulous erotic paranormal romance that fans of Dawn Thompson will enjoy. The underwater sea sex scenes seem believable as Simeon and Meg fall in love. Although greater emphasis on their species differences is lacking in the overall fine story line, readers will enjoy this under the sea romantic fantasy. --- Harriet Klausner

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