Reasonable Marines Novels & Stories

James points to another uniformed man, checking a myriad of dials along one wall and jotting notes onto a clipboard. “The Marine Engineer, madam. He’s in charge of the internal working’s of the vessel—propulsion, steering, lighting, pumping, anchoring and ventilation. I’m most fortunate to have him in particular. Mr. Higgins!” the captain calls and the man with the clipboard turns, nodding politely with a slight smile. He’s a plain looking man, with a round face, deeply cut with a great many lines particularly around his mouth and across his brow. “Mrs. James and Mrs. Hammond,” the captain introduces, adding, “Mr. James and Mr. Hammond, the Isle Royale’s marine engineer, Mr. Higgins. He’s am

Bruno said. Wolf leaned past a rack of fins, sniffed. “Your O-rings smell like despair.” “Those O-rings pay for the boat,” Fish said. “And the boat pays for my sanity.” He jerked his chin at the shop. “Walk.” They cut through aisles of gear: a rainbow of masks, regs hanging like chrome fruit, weight belts coiled like snakes. An enormous map of the coast took up one wall, peppered with pins—TURTLE CLEANING STATION, MANTA HIGHWAY, DANGER: DOWNCURRENT. Photos framed in driftwood showed grinning students, awkward OK-signs, a wedding proposal underwater that looked like suffocation with better lighting.

BALIN My Maserati MC20 glided to a stop in front of the Star Ocean mermaid center. I leaned back, studying the building’s facade. “Are you sure you want to get a mermaid from this center?” Jarek, my Beta, asked for what felt like the hundredth time today.

Rick Marconi’s boat was floating the way a fat man floats after a big dinner—smug, bloated, and asking for trouble. It was too big, too white, and too loud with the kind of drunken laughter that doesn’t belong anywhere near salt water. Music thumped from somewhere below deck, that lazy pulse meant to keep the girls loose and the men stupid. The lights cut hard shapes on the water, turning the harbor into a cheap stage set. Everything about it said easy money not earned. Everything about it said target.

Two of my warriors—Blaze and Rowan—step out of the trees behind me. They freeze. They look at me. Then at her. Then back at me. Blaze mouths silently, Did our Alpha just propose to a human? Rowan whispers, “Is he sick? Cursed? Should we call the healer?” I want the ground to swallow me. My mate stares at me like I’m completely insane. Then she says the words that shatter my pride in the dumbest way possible: “No. I don’t marry kidnappers or shirtless men!” She turns to run.

Shit, I wanted to run my tongue all over that place. I noticed the dark marks on his right shoulder and that they reached down to his chest. But instead of a burn, it looked more like a birthmark. “Marky...” I breathed excited as I watched as he finished undressing and got into the hot tub and sat next to me. “Tell me, Livie.” he smirked as he pulled me towards him, leaning my back against his chest. “Marvelous body you built overnight.” He started to laugh and it didn't take long for me to join him.

Her Marina. THE END

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"If that engine cuts out completely, we're sitting ducks in the open water. We have two minutes before the tide pulls us right into the sniper's firing line." "What do we do?" I asked, my fingers digging into his arms through his wet jacket. "Martha," Dominic called out without looking away from me. "Can you clear the line?" "I need five minutes and a wrench!" Martha yelled back, her eyes fixed on the massive grey waves ahead. "And I can't leave this tiller or we flip!" "I'll clear it," Dominic said. He kissed me fast, hard, and desperate, his lips hot against mine. It lasted only two seconds, but it set my whole body on fire.