Too Deep - TEASER

Cute Stories

This is a few teaser chapters for you to sample the beginning of the book.

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MALIUS

The tale has been around as long as you've drawn breath. How man split into two worlds. One walking the dirt of the land. The other taking to the water. Eating the richer food to be had in the depths.

And adapting to the water.

We could still come to land though. And eventually we needed resources.

But the earthen mankind feared everything.

The night, the moon...The water.

And more than any of that, us.

Perhaps they had good reason.

But whatever the cause, they drove us back into the waves. Banishing us to the inescapable water, for so long that walking on land became harder.

Then it became dangerous, and our lieges forbade it.

There were wars. There were death cries. There were spears and shields and wooden blades broken into the hearts of my people. Until time silenced, and the water grew dark over our heads. The sunlight over us becoming further and further away as the earthen men learned to sail. Washing along our waves and hunting our kind.

Often what they saw in the water, they perceived as fish.

But we were never far away.

And in stormy waters, one of us could land on those decks. Our warriors were strong and fierce, and even one could take over an entire ship in the moments it took for the water to wash from the ship. Then we did as we were told and set the helm. Sending the ships back from whence they came. Taking the bodies of the dead with us. Rich in nutrients to feed our farms and hatcheries.

We've been quiet.

But we've always been here.

There was peace to be had with the dumber breed.

But we, ourselves, were still half earthen man. The problem with that was, we could only have one young, our entire life. They were considered breathtakingly precious.

Some of us, not many, can scent a mate, when they're near us. One that is strong enough to carry what we offer them.

Or, for our females, strong enough to survive mating them. Either way, it is often a painful process.

Our lieges have forbidden any of us to touch ground, any more than once every thirty years.

This year is mine.

And I know the woman I'm hunting.

Well, perhaps not know. I've seen her.

She's nothing like my kind. Built different, different skin. Everything about her is different.

Perhaps that is why I'm so drawn to her in the midnight hours. When I think about the yearning of my body and imagine her scent on my skin.

It was strange to imagine that her world was so naïve, that she had no idea I was out here, preparing to come for her.

There were adorable tales of pretty little things that made lovely deals with dark creatures to get her legs and walk the sands.

But that's not what really happened.

It was so different from that. But a prideful prince didn't want to admit to finding out the frightening side of the creature he'd brought into his castle.

So, he told a pretty tale.

Sailors spoke of us in terror, telling stories that were a bit truer. Of how our pretty voices lured their ships to the rocks.

It wasn't their ships we lured.

Everyone fears the truth.

I don't.

I'm a deliciously wicked creature. Hardy, lusty, demanding, intimidating and vicious. I'm aware. I've been told enough to know it to be fact.

Most of my kind shied from me.

Except one.

And she made me want to eat my own tongue.

I wondered about the woman I intended to take.

Does she have any idea I'm coming for her? Can she feel the change in the tides? Does it warn her, she only has days of freedom left?

I'll be coming for her soon.

Walk the sands and be free, pretty bird.

For as long as you can.

Four days...That's all I had to wait.

For more days.

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I'd gone to sleep thinking about mating with the woman.

The one that can bore me young.

As I often did.

I always hoped she would come to me.

But today she did.

I could smell her in the surface waters above me. Even when it was only her foot touching.

I didn't dare go all the way up.

It would be a violation of our laws.

I wasn't about to be imprisoned when I was so close to the target of my desire.

After so many years.

I watched that pretty foot stepping into the shallows. Disturbing the rushing blue waters above me. I swam up only high enough to be near her. Knowing that the darker scales along my back and the long fin coursing along my spine would be mistaken for a lurking shark, if scene.

It always is.

Once I could see the bottom of her blue board, covered in worn, red and orange flowers. I swam with her. Seeing the way her lithe body moved, in that tiny red string bikini. Exposing almost all of her to my roving eyes.

Hungry to take in the sight of her.

What would she do, if she knew the effect, she has on me?

Would she stop coming here?

I turned onto my back. Revealing the dark gray skin of my muscled torso. My long black hair swaying through the waters around me like an eerie halo. I hardly had to move my arms. The long fin branching from my waist to my tailfin, swirled the water around me. Moving me at a speed that would've terrified your kind.

I'm far faster than any fish.

My hands were like hers, just far bigger. My arms were similar, but larger. Everything about her was close to the way I was shaped.

Yet entirely different.

She was nothing like the females of my kind.

I'd never seen anything more desirable.