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SEER'S CHOICE (Book Three of The Seer Trilogy)

Ryley has traveled across worlds and discovered his soul mate living in the Earth town of Seaview... his mother's hometown. Watching Rowan from afar is one thing, but actively interfering in her destiny? That's against "the rules" in so many ways—especially when your mother is the most powerful Sehan in Dayamaria, and your grandmother happens to be a goddess. If anyone discovers where he's been disappearing to—and why—there'll be big trouble. But he can't give Rowan up, especially now her strange powers have spun dangerously out of control. And when Dayamaria is threatened by a deadly predator immune to magic, Ryley must choose between the woman he loves and the people he left behind.

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Copyright 2013 by Maree Anderson

Published by Maree Anderson

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SEER'S CHOICE (BOOK THREE OF THE SEER TRILOGY)

By Maree Anderson

PROLOGUE

He was so deep in thought he didn't notice he'd reached the water's edge, and continued strolling across the surface of the deep pool. Romana snatched the opportunity to observe him with impunity. The object of her scrutiny had shaggy, sun-streaked blond hair. He was tall and tanned, with muscles in all the right places. Aside from his startling golden eyes he could have blended with the crowd on any popular surf beach. Pity Dayamaria didn't have any surf beaches. Or any beaches at all, for that matter.

Mid-way across the pool he paused, brow furrowed, obviously struck by some insightful revelation, and she clapped a hand over her mouth to keep from giggling. He muttered something beneath his breath and then sighed as he stretched the kinks from his spine. Because she was only human she admired the peep-show of washboard abs as his tattered t-shirt crept up, flashing his bare abdomen. She'd had a slight teenage crush on Marc when they'd first met, but those days were long gone. Now she valued their friendship above all else. Besides, a couple of decades ago she'd pretty much ensured Marc was romantically unattainable by accidentally killing him.

He clasped both hands behind his back and performed a pretzel-like contortion that made her wince. "You're such a show-off," she grumbled, making sure her voice carried.

He untangled himself and straightened. "Hey, babe," he drawled. "Didn't see you there."

"Yeah. Kinda got that."

His brows creased at her sour tone. "What's up? Hopian giving you a hard time about something again? Want me to have a word?"

"You're doing it again." She snapped her fingers at his feet.

Marc stared at her, uncomprehending, and then cast his gaze downward. The instant he realized where he was standing he began to sink. "Shit."

She snickered. "You really need to watch where you're walking."