Stolen by Neptune's Nymph

By Eliza Monroe

Beware the otherworldly…elves and fairies don’t always play nice.

Once every hundred years, the sea nymph Lana – mistress of Neptune, the God of the Sea – returns to the shores of her birth and takes a human lover. This time, the human is eager to be taken.

Justin is pleased at first, to be chosen by the stunning, exotic woman, who makes it obvious she is only after his body. But this one-night stand turns out to be more than he bargained for.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Eliza Monroe
• Release date: Jan 8, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524261825

Eliza Monroe

Eliza Monroe writes fun, sexy stories – quick reads that are sure to please. From quirky fantasy and sci-fi to the one who got away, from exhibitionism to romance, she'll let you experience your wildest fantasies. Eliza lives in the great Pacific Northwest, U.S. of A. She’s inspired by big nature, especially fir trees and crows, and coffee mugs the size of her head, filled to the brim with the good stuff. So far, Eliza has penned The Right Man Erotic Romance series, the Sex Secrets of a Witch Erotic Fantasy series, and many other delightfully satisfying stories for your enjoyment.

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Stolen by Neptune’s Nymph

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

STOLEN BY NEPTUNE'S NYMPH

First edition. January 8, 2016.

Copyright © 2016 Eliza Monroe.

ISBN: 978-1524261825

Written by Eliza Monroe.

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Stolen By Neptune’s Nymph

Neptune’s whalebone throne suited the god, all pale and angular, with an undeniable yet indescribable elegance. And he suited her when he spoke from it. Lana had been Neptune’s mistress for three hundred years. She knew her man inside and out.

You have need of a break, I can taste it. Neptune’s eyes sparkled as he considered her. He knew her almost as well as she knew him.

She made no response. Neptune would do as Neptune would do.

The god rose, and stepped from his great bone chair. He addressed her formally while his eyes danced with merriment. My love, Lana. I do hereby bequeath thee thirty hours with which to do as thou please.

Lana took a deep breath before she answered, attempting to slow the rapid-fire beating of her heart as Neptune approached. Thank you, my lord. If it pleases you, I will leave tonight.

Oh, after you please me, you may leave.

His words sang along her nerves, and she dropped instantly to her knees. Even after three centuries, the god of the seas could still do this to her, make her dripping wet and ready to serve with a mere sentence or two.

And she would serve him. She would serve and serve.

He stood in front of her, but it was she who took his cock from his trousers and licked her lips