Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Acknowledgements
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 48
Epilogue
Teaser chapter
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THE WARRIORS OF POSEIDON SERIES BY ALYSSA DAY
Atlantis Rising
High Prince Conlan’s Story
Atlantis Awakening
Lord Vengeance’s Story
“Shifter’s Lady” from Shifter
Ethan’s Story
“Wild Hearts in Atlantis” from Wild Thing
Bastien’s Story
Atlantis Unleashed
Lord Justice’s Story
Atlantis Unmasked
Alexios’s Story
Atlantis Redeemed
Brennan’s Story
Don’t miss Atlantis Betrayed, Christophe’s story,
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This one is for the fantastic Berkley gang:
To Cindy Hwang, Leslie Gelbman, Susan Allison,
Leis Pederson, George Long, Don Rieck,
Sharon Gamboa, and everyone at Berkley—
for working so hard to make my books better
and put them in the hands of readers.
And, always, to Judd.
Acknowledgments
To Steve Axelrod, who sometimes just shakes his head and sighs, but sometimes sends me cases of champagne (New York Times! Yay, us!), and Lori Antonson and Elsie Turoci, for running the business end of my career so beautifully.
To Suzi Thompson, for her wonderful help with the forums, and to everyone who hangs out there, for the fun conversations.
To the werearmadillos (seriously, don’t ask): Cindy Holby, Michelle Cunnah, Barbara Ferrer, Eileen Rendahl, Serena Robar, and Marianne Mancusi, for moral support, celebrations, and a safe place to vent the steam that comes with working in such a crazy business.
To Computer Boy and Princess, who make every single day of my life a whole lot more fun. I was just kidding about wishing I’d had pet rocks instead of kids.
Dear Readers,
Scientific discoveries are often far more fantastical than any fiction we authors can dream up—but sometimes we “discover” a breakthrough first! When I was finishing this book, imagine my surprise when an article in the March 25, 2009, issue of The Journal of Neuroscience reported on how brain activity can predict people’s choices. Since my whole premise behind the vampire enthrallment of shape-shifters and humans was based on altered brain activity, as Tiernan briefly explained in Atlantis Unleashed, it was rather eerie to see my fictional science echoed in reality!
The Society of Neuroscience is an organization devoted to advancing the understanding of the brain and nervous system. However, I am sure that, unlike my fictional IAPN, it is not filled with evil scientists who wish to experiment on live shape-shifters. And apologies to the lovely Mammoth Hot Springs Hotel—I doubt they’ve ever had vampires crash the party! Thanks to Janet Chapple’s excellent book, Yellowstone Treasures, for details on the park geography. Any mistakes in my version are fictional license.
I hope you’ll love Brennan and Tiernan’s story as much as I loved writing it, and as always, thank you from the bottom of my heart for spending some time with me and the Warriors of Poseidon.
Hugs, Alyssa
The Warrior’s Creed
We will wait. And watch. And protect.
And serve as first warning on the eve of humanity’s destruction.
Then, and only then, Atlantis will rise.
For we are the Warriors of Poseidon, and the mark of the Trident we bear serves as witness to our sacred duty to safeguard mankind.
Prologue
Rome, 202 B.C.
Brennan fell against the stone wall of the tavern, his wild laughter tinged with madness. “Another round for the house!” He fumbled in his pouch for a fistful of silver denarii and tossed them on the woman’s tray. Her dark eyes widened until he could see white all the way around her irises.
“But this is far too much,” she protested, her gaze darting furtively toward her father, the fat innkeeper in his stained toga that proclaimed him a free citizen of Rome, albeit a dirty one. “He will cheat you, you know,” she whispered.
He took the tray out of her hands and dropped it on a table, uncaring that the cups and coins flew in all directions, and pulled her close in a drunken embrace. The generosity of ample breasts, overflowing the low-cut bodice of her stolla, distracted him for a moment from his pursuit of ale. Her right nipple was barely covered by the dingy fabric of her palla, and he experimented with tightening his embrace to see if it would pop all the way out of the blue cloth.
Sadly, his brilliant ploy didn’t work. He inhaled a deep breath of the roasted meat and wine scent of the tavern and immediately wished he hadn’t, as his head started spinning.
“So, my beauty, is there someplace more private we might go and I will give you a chance to earn even more of that silver?” He grabbed a fistful of her lovely round ass and squeezed, grinning. She was no slave girl, who would have no choice in the matter, but a free woman, his wine-soaked conscience reassured him.
But her face wore an expression of utter confusion. “I’m sorry, I don’t know any foreign language,” she said, almost cringing, as if he would beat her for her failure. She sidled away from him and scrambled for the scattered coins, slapping the hands of greedy bar patrons trying to help themselves to either coins or free cups of wine.
Brennan blinked, momentarily bewildered, but then he realized he must have been speaking in Atlantean, which had nothing in common with Latin, unfortunately. He had a tendency to fall back on his native tongue in the heat of battle or the lax-brained befuddlement of extreme drunkenness.
He spoke Atlantean a lot these days.
He felt the rumble coming up from his belly and managed to considerately turn his head to avoid belching in her face. “An-another place? Private?” he managed, this time in her language instead of his.
“Oh!” Her face cleared as she understood instantly. He probably was not the first, or even the tenth, of her father’s customers to seek out a dark and private place with the buxom wench during the past several days. The thought momentarily sent a shudder of distaste through him, but as he released her and downed the bottom half of his cup, any misgivings vanished in a sea of effervescent intoxication.
Catching his hand, she dragged him through the cheering crowd of revelers, all raising a toast to their benefactor. He bowed sloppily, nearly tripping over the unfamiliar sandals, but the determined woman, almost certainly more enchanted with the contents of his pouch than with him, righted him with a steadying arm and herded him toward a doorway in the back of the tavern.
“Give her a good one, Brennan,” one of his most regular drinking buddies, a centurion called Sergius, called. “She likes it if you squeeze her tits while you tup her.”
Brennan stumbled again, a disquieting sense of wrongness pervading his sodden mind. Why was he here? He was one of Poseidon’s finest, finally called to service in the sea god’s chosen elite, and he was rotting out his brains and his gut with second-rate women and third-rate wine.
The wench shoved the wooden door shut behind him and grabbed his cock through the heavy folds of his tog
a, and his doubts disappeared in a spike of lust.
“Now let’s be seeing what coin you have for a poor innocent girl,” she cooed, leering at him with pursed lips and narrowed eyes that had not been innocent in years. Then she squeezed his cock again, harder.
He roared out a great whooping noise and grasped her melon-sized tits with both hands. “That’s the idea,” he said. “Why don’t you lift that skirt and let me see what you’ve got under there?”
As he bent his head to hers, the woman’s eyes widened again and then went blank, almost fish-eyed, as they glazed over and then closed. Her head fell back and her plump body went limp, oversetting his already precarious balance so they both went crashing to the filthy floor. Long-ingrained courtesy stirred Brennan to flip them as they went down, so he landed on the bottom of the heap, cushioning her unconscious body from the fall.
“Well. I never had exactly that effect on a woman before,” he muttered to the amphorae of olive oil grouped around his aching head, as he stared at her in befuddlement.
AND SO YOU STILL HAVE NOT, a voice thundered through the room. Brennan’s free hand automatically went to his dagger, but he found only an empty sheath.
YOU THINK TO DRAW YOUR WEAPON AGAINST ME? the voice continued, and now it sounded somewhat annoyed. Brennan’s head tried to clear, but the sheer quantity of wine he’d consumed during the day thwarted any attempt at mental acuity.