An elemental fantasy romance where love and power rise with the tide. Book 3 in the Fire, Stone & Water series—perfect for readers drawn to magic, vengeance, and storm-swept desire.

She makes him steam.

Alicia hates the water that claimed her life and washed away her humanity, leaving her forever changed. Surge is the sea, an enemy who makes her boil. His touch washes away the fear, but can she trust the element that killed her?

She’d better decide fast, because there’s a greater threat closing in, and more than one way to be burned by the sea....

Novella, no explicit scenes

Humans feared the power of the elements, so they locked them away. In the process they altered the balance of nature. Eight hundred years later, the elementals have awakened. Maddened by centuries of imprisonment, these powerful beings crave vengeance. Three unsuspecting women will have to soothe the savage forces before it’s too late.

One will find rebirth in the flames that take her life. 
One Night To Burn

One will meld with the sea that seeks to claim her.
When the Sea Burned

One will find a love that shakes the earth itself.
Scorched Earth

She will make the north wind howl.
Wind Burn

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Prologue

The boy and his guardian floated by the throne. The mer ambassador was slumped on the dais steps, clutching his wounded side. The captain of the guard and two of his remaining warriors’ tails flicked as the door pounded, battered by the invading army. The boy king, no more than twelve, clutched the heavy trident. It had power but he was afraid it wouldn't be enough. His father had been killed, and he was all that was left of his family. He never wanted to be king, knew he wasn’t enough to protect his people from Olan’s invasion. They needed a miracle, one of the old heroes of legend, but he knew it was hopeless. He didn’t want to die.

The sounds of battle raged, shock waves displacing the water tainted with blood.

The doors flew open with a surge of water and slammed shut. The surge became a lean man, an elemental with a hard face and a body of living water. The current carried him to a stop before the boy. He studied the boy for a moment and held out his hand for the Trident, which hummed in anticipation. “I can stop them.”

“I know you,” the boy said in awe. He’d clung to the prophecies until he’d finally given up hope. “You're the king who will come again.”

The stranger nodded. “You're my nephew.”

The boy swallowed. “I can't stop them.”

“That's my job. Will you let me protect you?”

The boy hesitated before handing over the Trident. In the stranger's hand, it flashed and sizzled with power.

“Get behind me,” the new king said, and turned to face the door.

Chapter 1

She was drowning. Water swirled around her as the riptide tossed her gleefully, mocking her struggles as it dragged her out to sea. She needed air but she couldn't find up, and the night-dark ocean refused to release her. No ships were out at this hour, with no one to see her even if she could reach the surface.

Alicia hadn't seen it coming. An hour ago she had been at the Marina explaining the finer points of the yacht to three women who chartered it. The women had been expensively dressed in designer jeans and pricey, impractical shoes, hardly the types to stage a kidnapping. The tall, elegant black woman called Providence had waived a small bottle under Alicia's nose that instantly turned her sluggish, even passive. Providence had seated her and smoothed her creamy wool sweater, frowning thoughtfully at Alicia’s hooded sweatshirt as if contemplating fashion advice. The heavy gold disks of her necklace and bracelet winked gently in the fading light.

As they cruised the dark bay, the friendly Polynesian girl, Destiny, placed an ankle bracelet and a pinkie ring on Alicia. She also anointed Alicia’s head with oil that smelled like water lilies and sea grass. “This is no fun at all,” Destiny complained as she studied her handiwork. “If only the men wouldn’t be so stubborn! We could have a proper ceremony and a party. It would be so much easier on their ladies.” She noticed Alicia staring vacantly at her wide pink scarf and stroked it fondly. “Do you like it? It’s alpaca. I picked it up in Peru.”

Fortune snorted as she rummaged in the pockets of her cashmere coat. She might've been Spanish, with velvety cocoa skin and long, kinky reddish hair. “If they had been reasonable, we would never have taken their wedding jewelry in the first place.”

Providence stopped the boat. Fortune found a blue silk pouch and took one of Alicia's arms. With Destiny’s help, she heaved Alicia into the sea and dusted her with herbs, murmuring, “Seaberry, lotus and watercress, because you’ll need a little pepper to deal with him.” Louder, she said, “Fortune be with you. Oh, and kick Surge in the shin for me, will you? Tell him I'm tired of his petitions and grouch mail. Obviously, we're not going to let him marry a mermaid.”

Destiny rolled her eyes. “Destiny awaits.” She paused. “She has a point about the kicking.”

“Ladies,” Providence chided. “You’re talking about her future husband.” She waited until the other two subsided and regarded the girl silently, dazedly treading water. “Providence will guide you,” she said softly, and waved her hand.

The sea swallowed her whole. Alicia fought until precious oxygen escaped from her lungs and water flowed in, burning the delicate tissue. It was so dark, so bone-shaking cold as her body dissolved. She screamed in silent agony as salt water filled every cell, bursting into particles that melded with the brine. She was liquid, she was water…she was the sea.

Her consciousness spread impossibly wide, and she made contact with a distant presence. It registered shock and fury before she lost contact.

Alicia slipped away.