The Siren Connection

By M.A. Abraham

The oceans of Tantalus are teaming with Aquarians, the dangerous, predatory mammals that feed off anything that lands in their territory. What is strange is that they are avoiding part of the ocean closest to the shoreline where Trysuil is planning to build the city of learning. His question is, why this area? What is keeping them at bay? He is determined to find out and, to do this, he needs the help of their new allies.

As water is no place for a winged man, Kyllan turns to his friends, the Sirens. They will soon get to the bottom of this, but it will come at a cost to the Tantalarians. The Sirens take one look at all the water on Tantalus and know immediately this is where they want to live. The home they knew on Mars had never called to them in the same way and they know it is time to move on.

• Language: English
• Publisher: M.A. Abraham
• Release date: Sep 18, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463877999

M.A. Abraham

I don’t really know what to say about myself.I have been writing books since before I became a teenager. Most are still hidden in the closet. I used to make up my own stories as a child, everyone used to act them out while we were playing outside. As a teenager someone issued me a challenge. I told her that her stories stunk, she told me to do better.My job growing up was to play guardian to my little brother, keep him safe. That meant I ended up getting into more fights than enough – makes sense now that I write about warriors.My family will try to tell you that I’m not innocent, I have a personality that keeps them on their toes. Over my lifetime and theirs I have earn several nicknames – The Godmother, The Evil Christmas Elf (comes from making my nieces wrap their own Christmas presents), Mistress of Ambush. My favorite response to them when they try to get me into trouble is just to look at them with a wide doe eyed expression and say “Moi?????”I have a seal point Siamese cat named Snoop, named after my favorite cartoon character and hobby. I have a “healthy” but small collection of Snoopy memorabilia. He is a character alright; never met a cat who can talk back like he does. He expects daily dosages of adoration on his schedule when he wants it – not when it’s convenient for me and he HATES snow.I come from a very large family (mostly brothers) and I could outrun the whole works of them (I’m the shortest!). It was called survival.This book has been in the making for a long time now. Over a half a year to write it, about the same amount of time to edit it, and probably about the same amount of time to get the art work and website! I have learned you can’t control the timelines of other people – Murphy likes to step in.So for now I am setting up good luck charms everywhere... didn’t know I had that many stuffed Snoopy’s. *Fingers, legs, toes, eyes and anything else I can crossed*

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THE SIREN CONNECTION

M.A. Abraham

THE SIREN CONNECTION

Copyright © 2016 by M.A. ABRAHAM

www.maabraham.com

Acknowledgements…

I would like to take this time to thank my editing team, Eniko, Fran, Morganna, Candice and Sarah for their continued support and efforts in correcting my poor grammar and literary efforts. Without them my books would be unfit for reading. A good backup team is priceless and I hope to one day be able to find a way to repay each of you for your support… and Becca… what can we say, you continue to be my foremost reason for being out in the public eye, your talents are endless. And, last but definitely not least, I would like to thank Cora Graphics for the wonderful job she did on my cover. A good cover is priceless and you have made this one as masterpiece.

THE SIREN CONNECTION

CHAPTER I

Errisa squirmed in her state of semi-awareness. She knew where she was; well, sort of. But, she wasn’t quite ready to open her eyes and check out her actual physical surroundings. All she knew for sure was, that despite the aches and pains in her body that told her she had overdone things the day before, she was feeling marvelous.

So soft, a husky male voice breathed into Errisa’s ear, and she tensed immediately. She knew whose voice this belonged to, Sten. He was not only spooned up tight against her back, but he had his arms wrapped possessively around her, as his hands cupped her breasts.

Errisa’s gasps of awareness told Sten that she was finally awake enough to realize where she was. This meant she knew what was happening, which was even better, as far as he was concerned. At least, he thought, it would be shortly. He felt her gather herself to move, and he warned her.

Not now, or this will be over much too soon.

Errisa had meant to object, but her body had other ideas and the appreciative moan that slipped through her lips, as Sten continued to caress her breast was not intended.

You are so sensitive to my touch, I love that, Sten’s breath tickled Errisa’s ear, as he breathed his approval into it.

Errisa’s arousal was growing, and she had no way of knowing how to fight it, even if she could. She was supposed to be mad at this man, for some reason. Right? Why? She didn’t pursue the reason, as she felt his tongue trace the pulse on the side of her neck while his hands continued the exploration of her chest. She squirmed against him again, as she pressed her passion swelled breasts against his hands for more attention.

She then turned to face him demanding more. Kiss me, Sten, Errisa spoke in husky entreaty, and as she spoke, she wound her legs around his torso.

Sten’s chuckle of delight was lost in the heat of their kiss. It had been too long, and his Errisa was so receptive to his touch. His hands teased her sides, then her back, relishing in the softness of her skin.

So beautiful, Sten murmured, as his lips left Errisa’s to rain even more over her face and neck. Soft. Possessive. Arousing. A promise of more and better to come.

Errisa was lost in the sensation of Sten’s touch. Her body had no mind to guide her movement. Where Sten led, she followed instinctively.

Show me what you like, where you want me to touch you, to kiss you, Sten murmured, as his hands touched her body, that seemed more fluid than not.

Sten, Errisa murmured, as his lips covered the tip of a breast that had already been sensitized by his earlier attentions. Her moan of delight was mingled with a moan of ecstasy from him.

I knew it, Vikor declared loudly, as he walked into the room, with Echoe in tow. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Sten, taking advantage of an innocent like Errisa in such a way.

Echoe reacted in a different manner, as she sounded shocked. Errisa! How could you let him do this to you?

Sten reacted with a snarl, as he rose from the bed to confront his brother. It didn’t matter who Vikor was at this moment. He was too far lost to the heat of the passion that had been driving him forward. At this moment, nothing else mattered but completing the connection that would bind Errisa to him forever. He crossed the room with his hands extended, and teeth bared. His intentions were simple, and well understood by Vikor. In his current state of mind, he could, and would tear the throat out of anyone who stood in his way of accomplishing his goal.

Errisa’s eyes looked dazed, even as she rose from her prone position on the bed, in reaction to her sister’s words. Had she really been doing something wrong? Oh, but it had felt so right to her. She was definitely having trouble focusing on what was happening around her at the moment though. She watched Sten, as he tried to tackle his brother, and she wondered why he was attacking Vikor so viciously? It seemed to be a good thing that his brother knew how to avoid trouble. She looked at Echoe, who seemed more interested in Sten than being concerned about what could happen to her mate.

Echoe? Errisa reached out to her sister.

Echoe looked at the worried expression on her sister’s face, and smiled widely, as she went to sit on the side of the bed Errisa was on, while she watched the two men engage in a near battle.

Sten will kill Vikor, Errisa spoke her thoughts.

Only if he catches him, Echoe assured Errisa. She made it sound unlikely with her flippant tone. You are such a lucky Siren, Errisa. Have you taken a good look at your man?

That isn’t funny, Echoe, Vikor commented, as he ducked another charge from Sten. He knew what Echoe was looking at, and it wasn’t him at the moment. Siren females were notorious for expressing their views about the male anatomy, and with the erection that Sten hadn’t managed to get under control yet, she had plenty to check out.

As Echoe didn’t seem to be concerned about the two sparring brothers, Errisa decided she had nothing to worry about. She sat on the edge of the bed beside her sister, as she asked.

What did you mean when you said I was a lucky Siren female?

Oh, come on sister. I know you are an innocent, but even you couldn’t miss getting a good look and feel of what you were about to receive, Echoe teased. She could tell by Errisa’s confusion that the reason for all the teasing hadn’t quite connected in her mind yet.

A little help would be appreciated here girls, Vikor shouted, as he narrowly missed another lunge by Sten.

Everyone could tell by now that Sten was beginning to get his needs under control. The attacks were less frequent, and delivered with less intent. He was beginning to pay attention to what was going on around him, and even his arousal had waned. He shook his head to clear it one last time, and glared at Vikor, who returned his look with one of sheepish delight.

"Glad to see you