Brother and sister team Midnight and Aurora Pendragon have a successful airship business taking clients on trips to be photographed with their pet pterodactyl. The last thing they expect is to have one such trip hijacked by the dashing adventurer Voltaire Crevin and his right-hand man Trevilian Hawke. While his sister and Voltaire repeatedly lock horns, Midnight finds himself increasingly drawn to Trevilian. Finally, Voltaire explains they are trying to prevent a weapon of mass destruction from falling into the hands of a ruthless, secret organization, the S.O.R. With Midnight’s help, they take the airship down into an extinct volcano to find that not only does Atlantis still exist, but the weapon is in the hands of the few remaining Atlanteans. But if Voltaire had believed the S.O.R. were ruthless, it's nothing compared to that of the Atlanteans who seek to return to the surface and rule the world using their ultimate weapon: The Leviathan. Midnight’s feelings for Trevilian deepen as they seek a way to stop the Atlanteans and escape from Atlantis. Danger comes in many ways and takes many forms, each more deadly than the last. Can Midnight and Trevilian survive long enough to know whether love never dies?

Love Never Dies

“Then make love with me.” Midnight ran his hands over Tresilian’s chest, sliding past the toga to touch bare skin. “Let me showyou I’m fine.”


With a quick flick of his wrist, Midnight undid the fastening on the shoulder of his toga, allowing the garment to slither to the floor. Tresilian’s eyes darkened with desire, and when he copied Midnight’s action, Midnight was delighted to see that his lover was already fully erect.


“Let’s go to bed.” Tresilian took Midnight’s hand and led him across the room.


Climbing onto place, Midnight settled on his side, facing his lover, but when Tresilian kissed him again, he pressed Midnight onto his back, his greater bodyweight a welcome pressure.


From Midnight’s lips, Tresilian laid a trail of open-mouthed kisses and bites down Midnight’s neck and along his chest. As his lover moved over his skin, Midnight held Tresilian’s head, running his fingers running though soft hair.


Chapter 48