Surrender To Paradise
Publisher: Siren Publishing
Release date: November 23, 2011
When a friend offers her five days on a secluded island, Lyric Deponte reluctantly agrees. Coming off a failed relationship, Lyric hopes the vacation will help her start anew. Little does she know that the island gods have a game afoot, and Lyric's about to become a key player.
Polynesian warriors Rahiti and Moana once fought over the same woman, causing her death and bringing a curse upon themselves. Condemned by the god Kanaloa to live as dolphins, they share their lives for hundreds of years, waiting for the day when a woman will set them free. When they see Lyric, they know she is the one. But can they seduce her into accepting them both?
"She's the one. I'm telling you."
Rahiti did his best to ignore Moana, whose excited twirling only irritated him. "Ridiculous," he communicated with a flip of his tail and a thought in his companion's mind. "She's just another tourist. Besides, Kanaloa hasn't spoken to us in centuries. We're never getting out of this, so live with it."
Moana swam around him in a fast loop. "She made the wish! She made the wish for a new life, Rahiti. She sacrificed her tears to the sea and—"
Cutting him off with a powerful stroke of his flukes, Rahiti soared toward the moonlit surface for air. If Moana would just shut up for a minute or two, maybe he could make sense of what had happened today. Unlike his boisterous companion, Rahiti wasn't ready to pin his hopes on the beautiful, dark–haired woman who had appeared in their lagoon. Many women had come and gone over the years, and they'd even played with a few, hoping, longing...But only this woman's voice had drawn them from the depths.
"Did you see her face?" Moana went on, his voice soft and dreamy in Rahiti's mind. "So sad. And her breasts"—his humor rushed back—"worth waiting hundreds of years to put my hands on those!"
Rahiti spun, showing his flippers for emphasis. "Aren't you forgetting something? No hands."
"Kanaloa will have mercy on us. He has to, after all this time. Rahiti, wouldn't it be wonderful to have someone to love again?" Saying this, he slid his long body over Rahiti's. Moana's warm skin felt good stroking over his side, even better when his erect penis trailed over Rahiti's back. A rush of longing coursed through Rahiti's still–all–too–human heart. Yes, hundreds of years without a true lover was a long time, and he and Moana had learned to compensate. Like other dolphin pairs, they found ways to pleasure each other, but it wasn't the same. They were united in their sorrow and their situation, and, he supposed, in their hope that someday the right girl would come along who might break the curse. Rahiti had nearly given up, but obviously Moana hadn't.
"Moana," he thought to his friend, slowing enough to let Moana twine sensuously around him, "she would have to accept us both. What modern human woman would do that?"
"We will worry about that tomorrow. You'll see. This is our chance." Moana's whisper seemed to come from all around him, settling into his bones, and Rahiti let his mind drift with the tide and his body take over. The other dolphin gently butted Rahiti's throat with his snout and rubbed against him, coaxing Rahiti's long phallus to emerge. Their sleek, slick bodies twined and stroked, and for a moment, Rahiti could almost pretend he was just a man enjoying a lover's touch, not a man trapped in an animal's form, struggling to retain his humanity. However, Moana had gotten very good at reading Rahiti's moods and needs, and he knew just how to move, just how to tease...
Just how to seduce him to his way of thinking.
Suspended in the starlight lagoon, they shared the little pleasure allowed them by Kanaloa's curse. Moana dove deep afterwards, calmer, but Rahiti's thoughts tumbled about like crashing waves. He surfaced for a breath, rolling so he could eye the shore and the lights from the little beach house where the woman stayed. Like his friend, he'd felt her sorrow draw them from the deeps. Her words had echoed in his mind, in his heart, and her lovely body had called to him. They'd watched from a distance while she swam in the shallows, and if he was honest, Rahiti had to admit he'd been as enchanted as Moana. Like a vision from one of his tormented dreams, she looked like Mohea, yet not—more slender, paler, but with the same long, dark hair and womanly grace.
If there was one sense he missed most of all from his human life, it was that of smell, for he knew, just knew, she would smell of gardenias and fragrant breezes. He had felt her heartbeat pulsing through the water like a summoning drum.
He puffed out a breath and sank beneath the ripples once more. If she was the one to break the curse, she would be able to see their true forms. At least that's what Kanaloa had told them, so long ago. Then what? They would still be dolphins, and she…would be unattainable. The curse would be broken only when she accepted them both as mates and he and Moana could share her unselfishly. The warriors had long ago sorted out their differences, but what woman would be willing to believe enough to love them both?
Disappointment seemed certain. Did they really want to put themselves through that again? Sending a cascade of clicks and whistles rebounding into the depths, Rahiti located his friend and followed. Moana wouldn't let up until they tried, so there was hardly any point in protesting. With a resigned flip of his flukes, he dove to find the other dolphin in the inky depths.
The characters are very well developed. Rahiti's and Moana's unique personalities are very well written and compelling. Of course, being a ménage story means lots of well-written sex scenes. Erotica fans will not be disappointed in this very spicy novella. The romance is unique and spicy and best of all, the emotional connections between the three leads is believable and tender. - The Romance Reviews
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