Hello, darlings! Let’s get over Hump Day with a teaser from Book Three of my Olympic Cove series, Deep Water. Still more suspense than sex, but the sexy times will be coming up next week!

Enjoy, and make sure to hit the list after the teaser to see other great Mid Week Teases!

Poseidon followed Griffin back to the inlet, surreptitiously making sure that the mortal didn’t stumble. As he’d feared, the water had receded down the sandy cut, exposing far more of the Seabird’s bow than he liked.

Griffin grimaced at the grounded boat. “Shit. Well, maybe if we both pushed…”

He could hear the weariness in the mortal’s voice. “I can get us back in the water. Get on board.”

“But—“

“Get on board, Griffin.”

Griffin stared at him, and Poseidon realized he’d let some of his power slip. “All right,” the man mumbled in a daze, climbing clumsily back into the boat and taking his position at the tiller.

Tossing his knapsack into the boat, Poseidon positioned himself at the sailboat’s bow and put his shoulder to it. Water, rise to my call, heed me.

There was a susurrating noise as seawater bucked the tide and rushed back up the inlet. The boat lifted off the sand and he gave a gentle push. True to its name, the Seabird moved gracefully back out into the deeper part of the channel. Satisfied, he waded into the water and jumped into the boat, noting that Griffin was still sitting in a daze at the tiller.

Another gentle push of divine power, and the mortal shook his head.

“I — what?” His head whipped from side to side as he stared at the purling water around the boat. “You got us loose already?”

“The sandbar was softer than it looked,” Poseidon lied, grabbing the boathook and poling them free of the inlet. The boat rocked gently as the now-normal tide took it. “It just took one good shove.”

“Oh.” Griffin looked abashed. “Sorry I didn’t help—”

The boat rocked again, much harder this time, and a greenish-grey clawed hand hooked over the stern gunwale.

****

Griffin grabbed for the gunwale as the boat rocked. He touched something cold and rubbery, and turned to see a nightmare grinning up at him from the water. It champed shark teeth at him, black eyes rolling and utterly insane.

Before he even had a chance to recoil Dunn was at his side, driving the boathook into the thing’s open maw with an enraged shout. There was a wet crunch, and the thing dissolved into foul-smelling black chunks that pattered back onto the water.

The yell that had been locked in his throat erupted now. “What the fuck!”

He was bodily lifted from his spot and deposited on the sailboat’s center seat. “Stay there!” Dunn barked, hefting the boathook. Somehow he looked larger than before, muscles bulging as he glared at the water around the boat.

A stiff breeze sprang up abruptly. Griffin watched, boggled, as his friend jumped for the sheets and unfurled the sails. The canvas snapped, filling with wind, and the little boat surged forward.

Dunn twisted and thumped down onto the stern seat, grabbing the tiller. “Are you all right?” he called.

It took Griffin a moment to find his voice. “Yeah. What the buggering fuck was that?”

Dunn’s already grim expression turned darker. “I don’t know.”

Suddenly Griffin knew he was lying. “You killed it. Jesus, Dunn.”

Furious blue eyes lifted to him, but Dunn didn’t reply. Griffin gripped the seat, trying to work out what had just happened. The day had been weird enough, what with Dunn almost kissing him on the island (and he’d wanted it, wanted to feel Dunn’s mouth on his, and where the hell was that coming from?), then that weird greying out bit when he found himself on the boat instead of helping to push it free.

And now, something that looked like a cross between a zombie and a shark had come out of the water after them. It had human hands. Even with the claws, I’d swear they were human.

And Dunn had killed it with a single strike.

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