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Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Romance
Description: She sees the beauty of mixing silver with gold, and will fight to make him see it, too. When Sid was twenty-two, a summer storm took her into the sea. And then a merman brought her back. Not content with his decision, she dedicates herself to finding him again, ruthlessly exploring the waters of Bermuda. He's the most beautiful thing she's ever seen, and every inch of her sings "yes" in his presence. When she finds him again, her battle has just begun. For matches between their peoples do not often end happily...
eBook Publisher: Total-e-bound, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: November 2010

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [81 KB]
Words: 16004
Reading time: 45-64 min.

"I've enjoyed Mima's stories in the past and this one served to reinforce that belief once again." -Night Owl Reviews

When Sid was twenty-two, a summer storm took her. The morning began as perfection. Four strangers joined up to charter a day's sail, their northern skin tinged red at the start of their vacation. The burning blue sky held fluffy, tabletop clouds. They sailed above idyllic, cerulean waves, a shade only the tropics could produce. It all disappeared in approximately ten minutes. A grey wall rose from the horizon, sucked the colour from the sky, the heat from the air, and blocked out the sun.

She knew fear when the storm came so fast. She knew terror as they worked to take the boat back to the resort. Radioing in their distress, the four were silent and tense while they motored as fast as they could in the twenty-foot swells. She knew she was going to die when she washed overboard, and the cleat she'd tied her safety line to snapped off. Her life preserver hardly mattered as she was battered wildly in the black water. None of that morning's August heat was left. Breathing was a challenge between the cold and the spray. Everyone knew the ocean could be a real bitch. But even with her lifetime of experience, Sid was shocked at how quickly and completely the grand dame had turned today.

As horrible as it was, she never quit struggling to stay on the surface, to grab a breath. Her brain was shouting, You're done. You're dead. But her arms fought the waves, her feet fought to move through the paralyzing cold, her eyes struggled to find the boat's running lights.

Then the noise, the awful howling wind and ripping water, simply shut off. And in the silence, she knew peace. There was no pretty light or angelic voices. Just silence and the cold that took her panic, and the slap of the spray. Every bitter wash of icy salt ordered her, commanded her. Stay awake. Stay alive. Breathe. Don't give up. Wait. All she could hear was her desperately gasping breath, angry and harsh .

That's when the merman came to her. Her beautiful miracle. Strong arms rose up behind her and surrounded her. She knew at once he wasn't from the ship. He was too big and muscular to be any of the people she'd left the marina with. Plus he was nude. And warm. Through her Gore-tex raincoat and pants, she could feel his heat. It was unbelievably stunning, if not very comfortable. Her skin burned and pricked at the difference.

Efficiently, he peeled off the yellow life vest and dragged her under. Sid laughed. The violence above was present only in the surging pull and push of water pressure on her body, and that passed too as he sank lower. The nude man moved through the water with a bubble of air around his face, peeling her clothes off as he undulated with a dolphin fluke that came out of his spine, a dorsal fin where his ass should be. He was almost twice as long as she. He slowed the most to undo her shoes, spiralling around her like a snake. Then he was back to flicking his tail steadily, his hands busily removing t-shirt, bra, as he pulled her along. She didn't resist in the slightest. Her clothes were foreign entities only hindering her movement in this realm. They floated away in the darkness behind them, like petals peeled from a flower.