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I moaned, unable to stop it. “Look at you,” he said, his voice was low. “All shy and trembling. But you’re not a nun yet.” He leaned closer, his breath was warm on my cheek. “Let’s make sure you never want to be.” Then his voice dropped into a growl. “You’re my filthy little angel tonight. So go ahead… confess your sins to Daddy.” --- TO BE CONTINUED… --- Author's Note: Hey everyone, thanks for checking out my story! I've been so excited to share Mirabel's journey with you all. I've always been fascinated by stories about forbidden love and impossible choices, and this one has been a blast to write.

Another lunged at her with a blade of coral and glass, but Valia caught the wrist mid-swing, crushed it, and drove her claws into the Siren’s throat. A male Siren lunged from the side, his trident singing with blue fire. Ligon caught it between both hands, twisted, and shattered it, sending shards flying. His snarl reverberated through the cavern, shaking loose a rain of crystal dust. Still, the Sirens sang. Their harmonies swirled through the air like invisible chains, pressing against the warriors’ minds, coaxing, commanding and seducing. But Valia’s lips parted, her own voice rising in answer.

The sun hung low over the Sardinian coast, casting golden light across the terracotta rooftops and olive groves. The air smelled of salt and rosemary, and the waves whispered secrets to the shore. It was the kind of evening that made even the most hardened hearts soften—except in the world of the Dons, where softness was weakness, and love was a liability.

Blood lust is the only thing the room could feel, one of those arrogant sirens his mate, how absurd, he feels no connection with any of them rather than wanting to tear them apart. “Sirens?” Arnoux asks, bringing Dean’s anger and bloodlust down, “in land, I haven’t seen any since her majesty the siren queen died.” “For good reasons, I think they should stay at sea,” Dean snorts, “they are savage creatures.” “You really need to fix your darn attitude; your mate could be a siren.” He sighs thinking about the possibilities of one of those sirens being his mate, if it is true, it better not be that Avisa girl, even her name makes his heartbeat fast, with anger he assumes.

Dear readers, In Sin of Silence there is a character who is non-verbal and uses sign language to communicate. Over the course of a year, I researched methods of non-verbal communication, specifically sign languages. As sign language doesn't mirror spoken language, my intent was to be as authentic as possible. However, I quickly discovered that translating sign language onto the page is very difficult, especially for someone without a background in signing. The word order can be confusing, and the grammar is different from spoken language. I made the decision to go with flow over a straight translation, which is why the signed conversations in this book resemble spoken conversations. The sign

The rain at Siren's Point picks up and Aiden takes his fingers out of my core. My insides pulse from the excitement of orgasm. I've had sex before with Jaxson Miles. I was bored with him in bed and had to read sexy erotic novels to get myself going. Aiden's fingering and kissing me is more arousing than any sex I've had before. If he's this good with his hands, I wonder how good he'd be in bed with his body thrusting against mine.

"Oh yes, I forgot. You're a seer." "I'm not a...oh well...never mind..." Cassandra tried not to roll her eyes. She had had enough of this world and was desperate to find somewhere familiar even if it was a place where she had to put up with her seed-eating aunt and uncle. A long walk later, the sorceress stopped them. "Wait," she said and turned to the wall where two large marble statues stood about ten feet tall. They were of a bird with the head and torso of a maiden called the Sirins. Cassandra knew them from her literature class in Eastern Slavic folklore.

Sarael displayed a few knick-knacks on a shelf with her book collection. Her books were the most interesting thing she had. She had a large assortment. I can tell she’s read a few romance novels plenty of times, given the wear on their binding. Then she had some classics, horror, mystery, and thriller novels. But most of her collection was on the supernatural and history. It seems you can take the woman out of the hunter guild, but you can’t take the hunter out of the woman. When she exited her room, I smelled her before she called out to me. I’d been trying to keep Irving in check before I turned around. And wow. I knew she was gorgeous, but I don’t think I was prepared for her to dress up,

I squeezed my eyes shut, and instantly, it wasn't my own touch I felt—it was Callan's broad hand. "God..." I gasped into the quiet room. I pushed my sweater up over my chest and unhooked my bra, letting my breasts spill free. My fingers cupped one side of my breasts, squeezing the soft flesh before sliding up to pinch my hardened nipple. A sharp gasp tore from my throat as my back arched off the mattress. "Callan..." I whimpered out loud, my hips making a small, desperate upward jerk. "Callan, don't... don't leave me..." I kept muttering