Claimed by the Merman

By Sage L. Morgan

The last thing Tamara expects when she tumbles off the edge of a yacht is to be rescued by a sexy merman named Nestor. Being a sensible type, she chalks up the encounter as nothing more than a dream until she develops a strange fetish for water and hears Nestor calling for her...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sage L. Morgan
• Release date: Dec 30, 2013
• ISBN: 9781497780545

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A hand brushed up against my ass, and I slapped it away.

Whoa! Just trying to make friends, some frat boy said.

Is that supposed to be an apology?

Looks like somebody needs a drink. He tried to pass his cup of beer to me but ended up sloshing half of it down my front instead.

Don’t bother with her, Trey. There are way hotter girls on the other side of the yacht, another guy said, throwing an arm around Trey’s neck.

My hands clenched into fists as my ears burned with indignation. Before Trey could let his buddy drag him away, I knocked his beer to the ground. 

Hey! he protested.

I stormed away across the deck. I’m going to kill you, Liz, I thought venomously. Music throbbed in the liquor-scented air. I elbowed myself past a cluster of girls just in time to see Liz dancing wildly by the hot tub with some guy we didn’t know.

Let’s go, I said.

Liz blinked at my hand on her slender arm. Her gaze slid shakily up to my face. But we just got here, Tammy she said in a slurred voice.

I glared at her. Now. I pulled her away from the crowd, some of whom were hissing insults at me.

Buzzkill.

Who invited Grandma?

I ignored them. I was used to it by now, being Liz’s boring, plain friend. Every time she dragged me to a frat party, I vowed it would be my last until she did something stupid that only I had the good sense to drag her out of.

That’s her.

The words made me freeze in my tracks. I watched as Trey sauntered up to me in his beer-soaked shorts with a burly, preppy senior. I still had my hand around Liz’s upper