Siren's Call

Siren's Call
Debbie Herbert

She was irresistible to every man…except one Lily Borsage is the ultimate siren: gorgeous, aloof and irresistible to all the men in Bayou La Siryna. All of them, that is, until Nashoba Bowman comes back to town. The Native American kid whose innocent first kiss Lily remembers fondly is now all grown-up, hot as an Alabama summer–and immune to Lily's charms. What self-respecting mermaid could resist finding out more?But Nash has a dark history that puts any woman he loves in grave danger, and a heritage of power he isn't ready to accept. And Lily has a secret that no mortal man can ever know. When a mysterious enemy starts menacing Lily, they will both have to risk everything–and embrace their deepest destinies–if they want to survive.

Lily leaned into him and gave in to the urge to touch him again.

She lightly ran a finger along the stern edge of his jaw. A delicious frisson of awareness shot down her spine at the contact. Nash didn’t move. Did he truly feel nothing between them?

“Don’t,” he said in a harsh, tight voice.

“Why? You don’t really believe you’re cursed, do you?” Her hand crept to the back of his neck, fingers combing his smooth black hair.

Abruptly, Nash pulled her to him, his lips crushing against hers. Heat flared and liquid warmth pulsed through her body. His strength was more than the physical, unyielding planes of his mouth, chest and arms. It was an aura as primal and mysterious as anything nature could produce. Lily parted her mouth, inviting him to deepen the kiss.

Nash thrust her away. “Good night, Lily.”

DEBBIE HERBERT writes paranormal romance novels reflecting her belief that love, like magic, casts its own spell of enchantment. She’s always been fascinated by magic, romance and gothic stories. Married and living in Alabama, she roots for the Crimson Tide football team. Her oldest son, like many of her characters, has autism. Her youngest son is in the US Army. A past Maggie Award finalist in both young-adult and paranormal romance, she’s a member of the Georgia Romance Writers of America.

Siren's Call

Debbie Herbert

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

First and always, for my husband, Tim, who has always believed in me. For my father, J.W. Gainey, who takes such pride in my accomplishments. And I want to mention several special friends who have helped me on my writing journey with either their support or the brainstorming of ideas, or critique of this book as it was written: Sandra Wilson Cummins, Sherrie Lea Morgan and Becky Rawnsley.

Contents

Cover (#u37336527-8c11-51c3-8f53-c61ab3660432)

Introduction (#u8d30a252-b562-541f-b2f6-015364d82b73)

About the Author (#u9dcea93b-2a4c-5a96-ac00-644ad655150a)

Title Page (#u8ae08c57-ac49-5688-8bb6-1a58725b401e)

Dedication (#u37a922a4-35b0-53ba-b58d-acdc0e3fd01f)

Chapter 1 (#ulink_9473260e-52b5-5f04-88ad-583dd35831c9)

Chapter 2 (#ulink_aabfd520-503e-5eb8-8a85-52e794b2ae5a)

Chapter 3 (#ulink_3adc8f37-df52-5a71-8721-c99d477e3053)

Chapter 4 (#ulink_146bcaa9-5261-523d-b0c7-ffa731f0d54a)

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Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)

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Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)

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Chapter 17 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 18 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 19 (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter 20 (#litres_trial_promo)

Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)

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Chapter 1 (#ulink_bb27fd90-c969-5913-b51a-4cff4995d37c)

“Look at her...”

Snicker. “Thinks she’s somethin’...”

“Heard about her latest?”

Lily ignored the whispers and kept the corners of her lips slightly upturned as she studied the dead fish on display. Her insides churned as cold and slushy as the fishes’ beds of ice.

“Miss Bosarge!” The portly seafood manager beamed behind the counter. “What can I get ya?”

She pointed to her selection and he wrapped it in white paper, all the while looking her up and down, a lecherous glimmer in his eyes. He winked. “I’ll make a special deal for you.”

The buzzing from behind grew louder.