Triton (Speed Dating with the Denizens of the Underworld Book 23)

TRITON SPEED DATING WITH THE DENIZENS OF THE UNDERWORLD BOOK TWENTY-THREE QUELL T. FOX CONTENTS Triton 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 Epilogue Follow Quell T. Fox About Quell T. Fox Triton Speed Dating with the Denizens of the Underworld Book Twenty-Three Copyright © 2023 Quell T. Fox ISBN: 978-1-77357-514-8 978-1-77357-513-1 978-1-77357-512-4 Published by Naughty Nights Press LLC Cover Art By Silvana G. Sánchez @ SelfPub Designs Names, characters and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author. Sale of this book without a front cover may be unauthorized. If this book is coverless, it may have been reported to the publisher as “unsold or destroyed” and neither the author nor the publisher may have received payment for it. No part of this book may be adapted, stored, copied, reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. TRITON The tides are changing and a storm is brewing… Triton is content to live a quiet life with his faithful dog overlooking the ocean, but he can’t deny something is missing… or someone. After being nagged by both the living and the dead, Triton finds himself in the middle of a terrifying storm… speed dating. But is Triton ready to fall under love’s siren spell once again? Kassia longs for freedom, a world beyond the chains of lust her captor keeps her tethered to. When she attends a speed dating event at the DeLux Cafe, Kassia gets more than she bargained for. But can she trust the guarded god who makes her heart sing? Will Triton and Kassia be able to fight the waves that threaten to pull them under? Triton is book twenty-three in the Speed Dating with the Denizens of the Underworld shared world, showcasing a delicious demon, a sweet sea god, and a seagull-hating dog named beluga. CHAPTER 1 Triton Loneliness for most comes in the darkness. A time when senses are heightened and even if people aren’t far, they seem miles away. A place where shadows are monsters and creaks are the footsteps of your worst nightmare. Darkness is something most people fear, but for me, it’s the place I feel most comfortable. At least it’s been that way for most of my life. There was a short period of time when I lived in the light. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hide away. I’m not a caveman. I love going outside, walking the beach, surfing, sailing, swimming, all of it. But in the light of day, when there are hundreds of people around me, laughing, chatting, talking, that’s when I feel the most alone. I know that’s crazy to say and to admit, but I’m at the point in life where there’s no point in hiding who I am. I am Triton, Son of Poseidon, God of the Sea. One of them, at least, since there are a few. It’s nothing but a title, really, but a pretty badass one I take pride in. Though, the way I chose to live my life is much different than most would guess. I don’t spend it under the sea, and I don’t spend it sailing it either. I spend it guarding my lighthouse, ensuring ships make it home safely whenever they need the help. A job I find to be rather rewarding. It’s much better than sitting in a golden palace and having people wait on me hand and foot. Some people enjoy that lifestyle, but not me. I like getting my hands dirty, like putting in work, and I really like knowing I’m making a difference to people. Especially when it comes to love. Gods, I am such a sucker for love. And that’s what tends to get me into the most trouble. Which leads me full circle to why I feel so damn alone all the time. I’ve erected some sturdy walls around myself. Walls so hard that even Hercules himself couldn’t break them down, and even though I talk to plenty of people, I don’t actually let them in. Not the real ones, that is, because with the darkness brings the spirits of those lost at sea. A gift I was given from the Gods. For what reason, I’m not sure. I’ve never had an answer and I’m not sure I’ll ever get one. There is nothing I can do for them and nothing they can do for me. So why have I been given this gift to speak to the spirits? Maybe it’s just having an ear to listen? For them and me? A way to balance the loneliness, keeping it at a steady point we can tolerate that won’t send us over the edge and into madness? Dare I call them my friends? No, of course not. I wouldn’t go that far because that would make me crazy. Wouldn’t it? A loud bark has me turning my attention towards the living room area. “Beluga!” I call, knowing that damn dog must have spotted another seagull. He’s the friendliest dog you’ll meet, the worst you’ll get from him is slobber. I mean, he may knock you over with his boulder-sized paws, but only because he wants a hug. For some reason, though, those damn seagulls really get him worked up. Sometimes I wonder if they aren’t taunting him... getting him riled up