Poirot: Problem At Sea Novels & Stories

Some things never changed. I grinned. “Love you too.” That earned a pause, and then a low chuckle, the kind no one else ever heard from him. We went on like that, throwing barbs, until I finally asked, “So? How’s the grand Selection? Any luck? Or should I prepare the pack for you returning mate-less and bitter?” A curse hissed down the line. “Don’t start.” I laughed so hard my stomach hurt. “You mean to tell me the mighty Alpha didn’t find his destined Luna in a sea of she wolves?”

“Stop!” Elias’ voice echoed through the ship like a thunder strike. At the same time the next wave hit the Aurora with such violence that Mara Soil under the feet lost. She jumped hard against the wall. Pain shot through her shoulder. The ship was dangerous. Somewhere people were screaming. Metal cracked. Wood splintered. And out there the sea died like something wild that had finally decided to slender. Mara fought up again. Her heart was so violent that she could hardly think.

Robert Blackwell promised to marry me, then postponed it thirty-eight times. The fifth time, a car crash broke eight of his ribs, and I signed seven critical-condition notices. The tenth time, on the way to get our marriage license, he and the car were thrown into the sea, and his suit was torn apart by sharks. By the thirty-eighth time, his heart disease had worsened and his life was hanging by a thread. Eight months pregnant, I changed flights three times and flew twenty-three hours across half the world to find him. When the door opened, a little boy who looked exactly like him lifted his face and said, "I thought Mom was back." Robert rushed out barefoot, panic written all over his

Dax stood, an irritated look on his face, and replied, "Yes, Father." "It was reported to me as of earlier today that you slept, or should I say, you took advantage of this mute Omega. Did you do anything like that? If so, why? Is she your mate?" Alpha Neo asked, hoping that Dax would be honest, though he wished that the mute girl wasn't his son's mate. Most of the wolf pack was in collaboration. If it was rumored that Dax Boston had a weak mate, what would be their pack's fate? Alpha Neo looked ahead to meet Dax's face.

My boyfriend, Nolan Reed, was in the running for head coach of the national open-water swimming team, and he was a sports streamer with eight million followers. On a trip to Santa Catalina Island, he said he'd use a livestream to help me conquer my fear of deep water. The second the camera went live, Leah Morgan, the friend I trusted most, shoved me from behind. An icy wave swept over my head. I struggled toward Nolan and reached for him, but he took half a step back, dodging my hand. "Don't pull her out yet. It takes real fear to unlock someone's full potential." Leah thrust the gimbal and ring light so close they nearly touched my eyes as they rolled back. "Ivy, bigger reactions. We just b

“Don’t.” “Oh, I’m telling her,” Sofia declared, ignoring him entirely. She leaned in toward Adrea conspiratorially. “He strutted around like Poseidon himself, so proud of his new prize. Then he misjudged pulling out of the marina and hit the piling so hard the whole deck rattled.” Adrea burst into laughter before she could stop herself. “No! Really?” “I didn’t crash it,” Aris protested quickly, raising a finger. “I grazed it. Barely.”

POV RUBY The Siren’s Wake cut through the choppy black waters of the Irish Sea like a blade. Behind us, the fiery orange glow of the Docklands was nothing more than a bleeding scar on the horizon. The roar of the engine was a constant, low-frequency thrum that vibrated through the floorboards and up into my very bones. Silas was at the helm, his silhouette a grim statue against the spray-flecked glass of the cabin, leaving Nevan and me alone in the cramped, dimly lit quarters below deck.

he whispered. But as the boat hit the open sea, Viktor turned to us, his face grim. "Don't celebrate yet," Viktor said, pointing to the horizon. "Lorenzo didn't trigger the Blood Clause just for the city. He triggered it for the Continent. Every port from here to Sicily is closed to us. And we just ran out of fuel." The engine of the powerboat sputtered and died, leaving us drifting in the middle of the dark ocean as three massive lights appeared on the horizon, heading straight towards us.

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The Pirate's Temptation Chapter 1 South Atlantic, 1720 — somewhere near the Malvinas Islands. The ship Blue Mermaid cut through the gray waters of the Atlantic with fury, driven by a strong gust of wind that signaled a sudden change in the weather. The sails swelled like lungs about to burst. From the top of the crow’s nest, one of the crew lowered his spyglass and shouted, his voice nearly carried away by the wind: "Captain! A vessel adrift to starboard!"