Teaser: February In Atlantis by Alyssa Day
New York Times and USA Today bestselling series
February In Atlantis Teaser
Year of Atlantis 12-book series: Paranormal romance, happily ever after, spicy with humour
Author: Alyssa Day
Cover Art: Authors On A Dime
Page Count: 35,000 words
Release Date: 12/3/2018
When Poseidon’s elite warriors gear up to train a new generation of fighters, they have no idea that Atlantean Queen Riley has secretly taken on a new role: Matchmaker.
By the end of the year, she plans to find soul mates for all twelve of Atlantis’s fiercest warriors . . .
. . . whether they like it or not.
Twelve all-new adventures in the hotly anticipated world of Poseidon’s Warriors, coming once a month from New York Times bestselling author Alyssa Day. These books are sexy, romantic, and wickedly addictive.
Warning: This book contains magic, Atlantis, Poseidon, warriors, human nationalists, falcon shifters, an armed standoff, a surfer boy, a king and queen, the FBI Paranormal Operations division, a black sheep, bad boys, paranormal romance, fantasy, matchmaking, laughter, danger, kisses, and a happily ever after. Read at your own risk!
The air turned blue with crackling tension and Jake put his beer down fast, because if he were seeing blue sparks in the air, the Sea Wolf Pale Ale was way too strong for him. Two seconds later, the reason for the blue sparks strode up, yanked out a chair, and sat down.
Griffin was an arrogant ass and a mage, and Jake wasn’t sure which was worse. But the man had definitely had Jake’s back in that mess last month. He was just under six feet tall, held himself straight as an arrow at all times, and had eyes that were silver rather than blue or gray.
He also had pure white waist-length hair that hung straight as silk and vivid against his black clothes. Griffin was Atlantean, but one of his ancestors had definitely gotten up close and personal with a Fae.
Needless to say, they were suddenly getting a lot more female attention. Even the blonde at the bar with the blue, blue eyes glanced over at Griffin, but then she met Jake’s gaze and held it for a moment or two, smiling.
Damn, she had a good smile.
Denal ran a hand through his black hair and grimaced. “Griffin. Tone it down.”
Griffin’s eyes widened, and he glanced around and swore under his breath. “Sorry.” He murmured a few words in ancient Atlantean that were either a look-away spell or a prayer for goats to feast on somebody’s armpit hair—Jake had never been much good in his language classes—and suddenly everybody in the bar went back to what they’d been doing.
Not the goat thing, then.