Book Heart Of The Sea Novels & Stories

Here is a sneak peek of what to expect in BOOK TWO, HERAT OF THE HEARTLESS. Eros and Cassandra battled with mistrust from their past, an unexpected new enemy arose, and new complications threatened to push them apart. Will they find their way back to love and fight this enemy or will the forces of these complications push them apart? Find out in Book 2 of the Heartless series.

My heart clenches with every step, and the grip of anxiety tightens with each passing moment. My breath catches in my throat as I spot a commotion near the edge of the ship. Crew members and onlookers are gathered, their attention focused on a spot in the water. My heart leaps into my throat as I rush over there. My fingers clutch the railing as I strain to see through the turbulent sea for any sign of George.

“Hi, everyone.” “Come, sit with me,” mother says, and I pull the chair next to her and sit on it. My arms rest on the table as the servants start serving the meal, and my eyes meet Dad's. “You don’t look good, is everything okay?” he asks. “Well, he had a back ache earlier,” my mother says on my behalf. “I hope you’re fine now?” she turns to me. I nod. But now I’m having a headache, already. The look Daniel is giving me and my father right now says how desperate he is to speak about my and his daughter’s marriage again. And yeah, his daughter? Veronica has already started to blush. Gross.

She doesn't want to be so unraveled and broken, like she just witnessed one of the strongest men she knew had. Her presence is unnoticed by Arthur, just like the nurse and the doctor sitting against the back wall. The only thing Arthur is aware of is the steady beat of Sean's heart that he can now hear with his ears. It is the greatest masterpiece ever written. The most beautiful piece of music ever played.

His voice was steady and low, flat as an undercurrent beneath ice. My heart lurched in my throat. At my strongest, even with Victor at my side, I had barely managed to hold him off. And now, battered and broken, I was nothing but an ant before him. The instinct to survive drowned everything else. My fists unclenched, and with trembling fingers, I grabbed the hem of his pants. My hoarse voice shook with desperation. "Alright. Take me away now."

"I care about finding out what happened to Michael. Someone killed him and dumped him in the harbor like garbage. I want to know why." Raven had chosen her fictional backstory carefully. Michael Rodriguez had been a real person—a small-time dealer found floating in the harbor two years ago. His death had made the papers for exactly one day before being forgotten, dismissed as another casualty of the drug trade. Perfect cover for her fabricated grief, with just enough reality to make it believable.

“Go. Protect her.” “No” “GO!” She screamed as the boat pulled away, Rosa at the helm, having arrived just in time. Sophie sobbed in her arms. “Mommy!” Elena looked back, tears streaming. Grayson’s figure shrank into the mist. And then, he was gone.

"Keep not doing that." We left Conclave's neat grief and its hungry cakes and its bells that had been interrupted mid-swing. The sea took us back like a woman who disapproves of your manners and loves your nerve. Behind us, paper figured out it wasn't sharper than rope. Ahead, wind found our canvas and remembered our names, even the ones nobody said out loud. I pressed the sash to my ribs where the binding held me and it. For the first time in a long time, the tide inside my chest didn't argue with the one under the keel.

Malcolm pressed tightly against my back, his body burning hot. His breath hit the side of my neck, warm and wet, carrying a strange, salty-sweet smell of the sea. I held the suppressant in my hand, the sharp corner of the box digging into my palm. "Grace... don't go." His voice was muffled, trembling with a hint of crying, like an abandoned little animal. My heart skipped a beat, and the grip on the box loosened. With a soft clatter, the five-hundred-dollar suppressant slipped from my hand and rolled into the shadows under the bed.