Claimed on the River

By Cordova Skye

My tropical vacation just got a whole lot hotter...

When my cruise ship docked at a Brazilian resort for a three day stay, I knew I'd be in for dancing, parties, and fun in the sun. What I didn't expect was to meet someone like Antonio. Sweet, sexy, and smoking hot. I couldn't help being attracted the moment I saw him...and lucky me, the feeling was mutual.

I couldn't know that Antonio was far more than he appeared on the surface, or that once I offered him my innocence he'd take me to a world I never dreamed existed.

This 13,000 word insta-love romance between a dolphin shifter and his fated mate features plenty of sizzle and a happily ever after. Definitely for mature readers only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Burning Lotus Press
• Release date: Mar 21, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005807245

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Seduced by Shifters #1

Claimed on the River

A Steamy Paranormal Romance Novella

Cordova Skye

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This book is a work of erotic fiction intended for adults. All participants are over the age of 18. No similarities to persons living or dead is intended

Also by Cordova Skye

The Brides of the Gods:

The Earth-King’s Bounty

The Forest God’s Rite

The River God’s Gift

The Storm God’s Gift

Fertile Fairy Tales:

Seeding the Rose

Seeding the Thief

Seeding Red

Seeding Snow

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The most handsome man I’d ever seen...and all his attention was on me.

I never would have been so bold back home, but what good was a tropical vacation if you couldn’t cut loose and have a little fun? His accent and the rich tan of his skin marked him as local, and from the elegant white suit and hat he wore he could be anything from a businessman to the resort gigolo. Whoever he was, he was gorgeous; the suit coat emphasized the breadth of his shoulders and he had turned up the sleeves in deference to the heat or local fashion, showing off a wealth of smooth muscle in the line of his forearms. I didn’t know what I’d done to deserve it, but I was more than happy to be the focus of his attention. I sipped my drink, rum and fruit burning sweetly down my throat and adding to the heat in my belly. I’m Sophie.

Antonio. He reached for my free hand, and I let him take it, reveling in the smooth warmth of his palm and the almost electric shock that shivered up my arm. His hand was large enough to engulf mine, his grip gentle but strong. It made my breath catch, a jolt of heat flushing warm between my thighs as I imagined what that hand would feel like on my body, sliding across my skin. My nipples tightened, straining against the thin fabric of my dress, and I wondered if he could see in the shifting light...then he gave my hand a squeeze, bending down, and all thoughts flew right out of my head as his lips brushed my knuckles in the lightest of caresses. It is a pleasure to meet such a beautiful woman here tonight.

I couldn’t breathe. No one had ever kissed my hand before; it was such an archaic gesture but Antonio made it seem natural and with the tingle of his warm breath across my skin I couldn’t for the life of me think why modern society had ever abandoned the custom. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his mouth, the little smile that curled there as he straightened and the bright, burning warmth of his eyes above that. It took everything I had to swallow, my mouth abruptly dry, and manage something like a smile. I’m sure you say that to all of the women who stay here.

To the contrary, he assured me, his voice deep and liquid, like the smoothest of chocolates to my ears. It is seldom I feel myself so drawn to a woman. Even such a beauty as yourself.

The riverboat ferry was small, especially compared to the cruise ship I’d just disembarked from, and I was acutely aware of how it rocked beneath me as it chugged up the coast toward the dock at Belém. The Amazon River looked calm where it spilled out into the Atlantic Ocean, but it felt like the ferry was lurching along every current and cross-current beneath the water, and I hoped I wouldn’t be sick.

Wouldn’t that just be the highlight of my dream cruise? I thought wryly. Spending all three days of the big port stop laid up from motion sickness.

I couldn’t be negative, though, not with a beautiful port city like Belém coming closer with every lurch of