Poseidon Book 4
by Cyn Hadyn
Rebel Ink Press
May 26, 2015
Available in: e-Book, Trade Size
Poseidon slammed his hand down on the bejeweled arm of his throne and earned a rebuff from the piece of royal furniture by way of a small cut from one of the sharply faceted diamonds adorning it.
He’d thought his idea of strengthening Clann Doone by bringing back the laird and his lady from the Fade, and using him, plus a complement of Blue dragons as an air component, would stop the gun running, people smuggling, and other nefarious, water-related crimes off the coast of Oregon. He hadn’t counted on how much confusion and contention an alien and a pack of werewolves, masquerading as an outlaw Motorcycle gang, could affect the clann’s well-being. Now his agents, Auric Argento and Thoralf Lokken, a mated pair, were at each other’s throats and might dissolve their partnership as well as their family. Even their twin sons, Callum and Cameron, were fighting over the attentions of one of the female Blue dragons.
And there was his great, great, ah hell, he didn’t know how many greats to throw in there, but his grandson was seriously unhappy with his performance as grandfather. He wanted kith and kin. Not going to happen. Olympians didn’t do the warm and fuzzy. He thought attaching Tyrrhan to Clann Doone as an agent would be sufficient, but not if the clann was on the way to shattering over personal and familial disharmony.
And disharmony could also describe the Blue dragon wyvern. No sooner had their king, Emrys Pendragon, consolidated the wyvern in Los Angeles, someone got the brilliant idea they could do a better job of running it. Now Emrys was dodging an assassin’s bullet and his wife and unborn son had barely survived being poisoned. The Blue king needed to get his dragons in order immediately or Seidon security would be looking for a new air asset.
Poseidon leaned forward to rest his forearms on his knees while he thought this through. He wasn’t much of a role model in the parenting department, but that didn’t mean he was lacking in peace-making skills. He’d find a solution to the clann and dragon wyvern problems or…or what? Or they’d die in the attempt? Hmm, Olympian peace-makers were not often called into action, for obvious reasons, but hard times called for hard solutions.
Cyn Hadyn, a career historian with Hungarian/Viking nomadic roots, goes balmy in Florida and has delusions of writing. How’s that for a current biography? Yeah, sounds silly but it’s true. I’m a transplanted Yankee living way south of the Mason-Dixon Line and enjoying the feeling of thin blood, sand, sun, and palm trees. I’ve sworn off snow, bare trees, brown grass, and real Italian food. Uh, not so much the Italian food. Still would sacrifice a small digit for authentic Italian cuisine a la Philly, Trenton, or New York.
Before settling down to write full time in the land of ’bless your heart, and y’all’, I was a Special Operations (US Army and US Marines) military historian/archivist. Now I collect a retirement check and write paranormal/historical romance. I guess my service with Army and Marine Special Operations left an indelible impression on my writing, because my characters, both male and female, are distinctly Spec Ops in their outlook. They leave no man behind, color outside the lines, and are very, very lethal. If you Google Cyn Hadyn, you’ll find my books range from paranormal to historical. I’ve also pushed the envelope a little by including Erotica and BDSM. Which brings me to my latest book, OFF TRACK, published by Decadent Publishing under the pseudonym C. L. Hadyn.
Another book about to appear under the name Cyn Hadyn is NULL SANCTION, published in eBook format by Rebel Ink. NULL SANCTION is a paranormal romance that gives a nod to my Hungarian roots. Although I haven’t included any distantly related vampires, there are one or two werewolves you might find interesting.
If you have a taste for the paranormal or historical romance, I would love to hear from you via Facebook.com/Cyn Hadyn or cynhadyn.com.