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Oct 4 2017 10:54am

C. L. Wilson Excerpt: The Sea King

C. L. Wilson

The Sea King by C. L. Wilson

He wasn’t supposed to choose her…

Seafaring prince Dilys Merimydion has been invited to court the three magical princesses of Summerlea. To eradicate the pirates threatening Calberna and to secure the power of the Sea Throne, Dilys vows to return home with a fierce warrior-queen as his bride. But politics has nothing to do with unexpected temptation.

She didn't dare wed him...

A weathermage like her sisters, Gabriella Coruscate’s gentleness exemplifies the qualities of her season name, Summer. Yet her quiet poise conceals dangerous powers she cannot begin to wield. Better to live without excitement, she reasons, than risk her heart and lose control—until an irresistible Sealord jolts her awake with a thunderclap of raw desire.

Until evil threatens everything they hold dear…

When pirates kidnap Summer and her sisters, Dilys begins a desperate quest to save the woman he loves. Only by combining his command of the seas with the unleashed fury of Summer’s formidable gifts can they defeat their brutal enemies and claim the most priceless victory of all: true love.

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“It is a beautiful night.”

The sound of Dilys Merimydion’s already all-too- familiar voice made Summer jump and whirl around. One foot slid into the pile of coiled rope, and she had to fight to keep her balance.

How he had managed to sneak up on her without her notice when she’d been so acutely aware of his every move all night? She didn’t know how or why her hypersensitivity to him had failed her, but there he was, standing at the other end of the pier.

Just as it had all evening, her heart began to race. “Forgive me, myerina,” he said. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

No, just to intrude on my privacy, she thought sourly.

When the Calbernan froze for an instant, looking taken aback, a tide of red-hot mortification flooded her cheeks.

Merciful gods! Had she just said that out loud?

She had!

“Forgive me,” she muttered. It was one thing to avoid a guest of the king. It was another to be rude outright. As a royal princess and a ward of the crown, her behavior reflected directly on Wintercraig’s king and queen. “It’s been a very long day.”

Instead stomping off in a fit of offended male pride as many other suitors would have, the Calbernan prince merely lifted his brows. Then the corner of his mouth curled up in a wry smile. “So you have been deliberately avoiding me all evening. I thought it could be no accident.”

Under normal circumstances,  when  safely tucked behind one of her usual masks, Gabriella could have managed a smooth response that gave nothing away. Instead, being flustered, she snapped, “You didn’t seem to be lacking for company,” then wished the ground would open up and swallow her when Dilys’s smile deepened.

“Ah, myerina . . . I’m flattered that you noticed. It is true your countrywomen have made my men and I feel very welcome, but those women are not the ones I sailed halfway around Mystral to court.”

He had to know just how dazzling his smile was, all those straight white teeth and those gleaming gold eyes, such a vivid contrast against his bronze Calbernan skin. He was probably used to getting his way in all things. Flash that smile and those eyes, flex those impressive muscles, and most women would fall like ninepins.

He began to walk down the pier, closing the distance between them. With his every step, she became increasingly aware of his height, his beauty, the essence of fierce maleness that wafted off him like steam from a kettle. And of course, all those hard, rippling muscles flexing beneath the acres of warm, dark, satiny skin displayed so disturbingly by his scanty Calbernan attire. The iridescent sheen of his blue tattoos shone with an otherworldly beauty in the moonlight, as if he’d been sprinkled with stardust. The sight was strangely and strongly compelling.

She dragged her gaze away before her eyes followed the glimmering pattern of those tattoos to places she didn’t want to go. Everything about this man was dangerous to her, and since avoiding him didn’t seem to be working, it was time to try something a little more straightforward.

“Please, Sealord, let’s be honest with one another. You didn’t sail halfway around Mystral to court me either. You came to court my sisters.”

That stopped him. Truth often had a way of doing that to a man. But she had to confess, this time it hurt a little to know he was no different from the others.

“Why would you say that?” he asked.

“Seriously?” She rolled her eyes. “Do you know how many men have come to court the Seasons of Summerlea? Spring did the math last week. Seven hundred and ninety- two. You make seven hundred and ninety-three. Kings, emperors, princes, dukes, nobles and sons of nobles, even the occasional merchant king, anyone with wealth, power, or an ancient name. Autumn’s the Season most of them come for. She is the most beautiful, after all. The suitors who value intellect over beauty come for Spring.”

His head tilted to one side. His golden eyes gleamed in the moonlight.

“And who is it that comes for you?” he asked softly.

Gabriella could have kicked herself. She wasn’t usually so careless with her tongue. Or so honest.

“That wasn’t an invitation for pity,” she snapped. “And it wasn’t a solicitation for your attention, either,” she added quickly, lest he decide she was a wallflower in need of care.

But he wasn’t watching her with pity or with the look of a man whose impeccable manners or innate generosity demanded that no person in his sphere feel slighted. In- stead, he was regarding her with an expression she could only define as thoughtful.

Oh, no. No, no, no, no. No.

She was not going to be “interesting” to him. She was not going to be a puzzle he felt compelled to solve. She was not going to be anything to him at all except that third Season he didn’t really notice or think about.

Summer Coruscate! Get your head on straight, and send this man away! Right now!

“Sealord Merimydion—”

“Dilys,” he interrupted.

Sealord Merimydion,” she repeated with a warning look, “I invite you most wholeheartedly to concentrate your courtship on Their Royal Highnesses Spring and Autumn. I’m quite sure neither is opposed to entertaining a match with Calberna’s prince.”

He took a step forward. “And Her Royal Highness, the Myerialanna Summer?”

His eyes truly were the most amazing gold. Almost metallic. Glittering with light.

She swallowed hard and took an instinctive step back. Unfortunately, she’d forgotten two facts: (1) that her right foot was still tangled in the coils of rope, and (2) that she was standing very close to the edge of the pier.

Thanks to the foot tangled in the rope, she lost her balance. And thanks to her proximity to the edge of the pier, when she hopped further backward on her unencumbered leg in an attempt to catch her balance, she found all but the very tip of her slipper landed not on solid wood planking but insubstantial ether.

Arms windmilling furiously and entirely ineffectively, Gabriella gave a startled shriek and fell backward into the fjord.

The coils tangled around Summer’s ankle went taut, and the anchor that earlier she’d shoved close to the edge of the pier toppled into the water after her.

The next thing Summer knew, she and the coils of rope and the anchor were plummeting rapidly towards the bottom of the fjord 

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Copyright © 2017 by C. L. Wilson.
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C. L. Wilson wrote her first story at age six, and though she took a number of long detours during her life, she never gave up her lifelong dream of being published. Many years, hundreds of false starts, and five completed novels later, she received “The Call” in October 2006 and sold her epic fantasy romance, Tairen Soul, at auction. Her debut novel spent two weeks on the USA Today bestseller list, and her subsequent novels have gone on to hit a variety of lists, including USA Today, New York Times, and Publishers Weekly. When not writing, C. L. enjoys relaxing with her husband and three children in sunny Florida and daydreaming of a world where people exercise in their sleep and chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream is a fat-burning food.

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Namita Murti
1. Namita Murti
I can't contain my happiness or excitement. I can't wait to get my hands on this book!!!

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