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Never met a male siren before?You're about to.... I grew up as a prince...And lead the life of a King.There isn't anyone or anything that doesn't want me, that isn't attracted to me. They can't help it. And I sure as hell don't want them to. I live for their lust, I crave touch like an addiction, I make them beg on their knees for one, simple, caress.As a male siren it's my job to feed off emotion.And I was happy to do it.I am happy to do it.What I'm not happy about? Being told I have to mate with some withering human and stay loyal to that one person for the next few centuries. There's a war coming and being the idiot I am--I offered to take one for the team in order to help a friend.Now my sexual appetite is taking a freaking kick in the nuts.And I'm left wondering if it's worth it.If she's worth it, with messy hair and dirty human hands.But I have a world to save.A job to do.Now, if only, she would just let me do it rather than fighting me at every turn. I've lived lifetimes as the most irresistible being on the planet.Only to meet my match.With one.Measly.Human.They say hells hot. They're wrong.Because Hope, my little human, is way hotter.And before this is over--she may just singe me alive.
Review
Dark Surrender by Rachel Van
Dyken just surprised me and made me remember why I love
this series so much. I can't get enough of these characters and this
story. All of the main characters are absolutely amazing and each book I
read gets me closer and closer to Mason. He has been my one true love
since starting this book and I am so ready to meet him. Each book builds him up
more and more and it gets me excited, but enough about Mason.
Alex will get jealous of all the attention I am putting on Mason. LOL.
Alex. The siren. He was not what I
expected. I loved and hated him. He was so amazing and being in his head
just drove me insane with love. He is so deep and thoughtful and
beautiful. He is also frustrating though and he about killed me with some of
his actions. I am just so happy to have read his book.
As for the lovely Hope, she was such
a strong character. Everything about her was so amazing. She knew how to
handle situations and she felt so in control of things that were just
coming her way. I loved how she accepted situations and went with it. She
is one of my favorite leading ladies. I am so happy she was the one
that Alex had to mate with. It was perfection.
Dark Surrender was the perfect story.
Rachel Van Dyken just knows how to write amazing paranormal. She gets me
every time with her books. I just love the way this story is unfolding and I
am extremely excited to get the next book because I know what is coming
next! Mason! My one true love. I can't wait!
Excerpt
To say I was pissed.
To say I was angry
To say I was intrigued.
I couldn’t decide which emotion was
going to win out, which made her all the more exciting. Sirens, for the most
part, kept their physical appearance at a five. On a scale of one to ten, a
five meant that you were clearly above average but not to the point that a
person would literally sell a kidney and spleen in order to sleep with you.
No, the selling of body parts came at
six.
Seven meant they were willing to
commit a crime and sell body parts.
Eight was when they neared the
wailing stage. I typically called it bartering, where they asked what they
could possibly do in order to gain just one taste, anything, anything at
all!
Nine was a rarity. I was a nine when
I was tired, when I wanted a piece of ass from someone hot, and I didn’t want
to make a big fuss over it. But a nine was dangerous because showing myself at
a nine made it easier to wipe the individuals’ memories. Meaning I was more
than likely cursing them to a life where they would never settle down because
they’d be stuck comparing me to some sad human male with a beer gut, and he’d
always fall short.
Even the Toms fell short.
Tom Brady.
Tom Hardy.
You get the picture.
In my entire existence, I’ve pulled a
nine maybe four times. And each time I felt regretful — after all the sex had
never been worthy of ruining some pathetic human’s chance at love.
And tens?
Tens weren’t done. To become a ten in
front of a human would be the equivalent of a human discovering the sweetest
tasting sin, the most physical and emotional ecstasy known over and over again.
Add that in with good looks that made women, men, plants, atoms — you get the picture
— full-on weep, and it just wasn’t done.
Never.
In fact, some might say it was
forbidden.
I’d never been tempted.
Until five minutes ago.
I was currently at an eight, flirting
with a ten, and she’d finally succumbed enough to fall to her knees, but when
she glanced up, she blinked a few times then stood. “Sorry, I don’t know what
happened.”
The hell?
I did a double take, my eyes
narrowing as she shuddered before me, but still, nothing. No weeping. No sudden
burst of adoration.
Nine, here I come.
I exhaled as I allowed my hair to go
pure gold and my eyes to turn a shade of amber that looked like a never-ending
ring of fire around my blue iris. I released waves of energy that I could see
pulsing from my body with each exhale, and I was aware that she was being
assaulted with my scent, a mixture of rain, fresh air, and finally a deep sweet
chocolate.
The most addicting scents known to
mankind.
The most cleansing scents to a human.
Her eyes widened as she gulped and
then squeezed them shut and covered her face with her hands, her knees knocked
together as she swayed.
“Open your eyes, human!”
“I-I’d rather not,” she said in a
weak voice.
“Now!” The walls of the room shook
causing a shriek to explode between her lips, and suddenly she was moving
towards me and launching her plump body into the air.
Directly onto mine.
Mine.
My body.
Without any other option, I braced
myself for her impact. Not that she could physically harm me, it was more of a
mental brace of, oh shit the woman might be plump, but she moved with the speed
of a torpedo.
I caught her in my arms.
The shaking stopped.
Her hands clung to the front of my
shirt, her breathing was unsteady, her body sweaty, hot, and curvy.
I appreciated all types of beauty.
Even hers.
I would have preferred a small mate,
one that I could terrify into submission — one I had no risk of falling in love
with.
Because a siren in love — was a
dangerous thing.
And a part of me wondered if that was
what Cassius had planned all along. In order for me to be at my strongest, I needed
to be in love.
Something I’d never experienced in
all of my years of living, screwing, and toying with males and females alike.
“What.” I gave her a menacing glare.
“The hell, do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m scared of earthquakes,” she
whispered, licking her lips repeatedly until I thought I was going to go mad
with the motion of her tongue sliding across the pink of her mouth. “Terrified,
actually.”
“This is Seattle.” I was still
holding her, for reasons beyond my realm of understanding.
“They say the next earthquake is
going to be really big and half of downtown is going to slide into the Puget
Sound, so excuse me for being scared!”
“And you live downtown?”
“Well… no.” Her brown eyes focused in
on mine.
“Then you must visit there often?”
“No.”
I sighed impatiently. “So your fears
are completely unfounded and illogical. Simply stop fearing it.”
“Easy for you to say.”
“I tire of holding you, human.” The
lie fell easy; in fact, I had forgotten I was holding her until she fidgeted in
my arms like she was the offended party, when I was the one who had just
been assaulted.
“Because you…” She sighed. “You’re
going to sacrifice me?”
I tried to hold the laugh in.
But it was all too ridiculous.
“Yes.” I nodded seriously, my lips
twitching with the urge to smile. “The process will be painless. I’ll tie your
hands and feet to the bedposts — strip you naked, and then plunge an immortal
sword into your heart. You’ll need to repeat the words ut animam meam and
then once you drink my blood — if it accepts you, you will live.”
Her face paled as she struggled to
get out of my arms.
And then I lost it, dropping her back
to her feet, laughing so hard I felt my body shook with it.
“I don’t even remember the phrase!”
Her wild eyes darted between me and the bed, clearly not catching on. Joke. It
was a joke.
“Well,” I lifted a shoulder and
shrugged. “Then I guess you die.”
“But—”
“Better do it quickly, less pain that
way.”
“What about the plants?”
My smile froze. “Either you’re
extremely simple minded or mentally ill. What the hell are you talking about?”
“The—” She tugged at her low
ponytail. “The plants, you know, around the grounds. I take care of them and
Cassius—” Her eyes lit up. “Cassius said I was getting a promotion, so sorry,
but you can’t kill me.”
I grinned. “Okay.”
She frowned.
I was still confused how she was
shielding herself from my essence, but already I was mentally drained from the
energy it took to get her to worship me — instead I returned to my normal
everyday state and held out my hand.
She stared at it.
“Take my hand.”
“No.” She swallowed. “I think I’ll
just wait for Cassius.”
“He’s already mated.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I’m not mating
him.”
“No.” This, this was my favorite
part, watching humans try to logically put together all of the pieces of the
puzzle only to realize their brains were too small to comprehend the different
parts they held, the angles, the colors, “You’re going to mate with me.”
I expected her to cry.
Maybe throw something.
Instead, she froze and then with a
scream ran head first directly into my body sending me sailing backward against
the marble floor.
I was caught unaware.
Meaning, I barely had time to stop
myself before my head slammed back against the hard ground.
She tried to run toward the door.
“Cat and mouse.” I sighed from my
position on the ground. “I always did like foreplay.”
She jerked against the doors with
fervor, I’d give her that, but they wouldn’t budge.
Not until she was mine.
Not until the doors sensed my blood
running through her veins.
“Why won’t it open?” Her voice was
strangled as pieces of her hair fell out of its restraint and brushed against
her shoulders. “You can’t keep me here forever.”
“I can.” I yawned. “I will.”
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About Rachel Van Dyken
Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street
Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances.
When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and
plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.
She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband,
adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers!
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