Claimed by the Merman — Sage L. Morgan
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Oct-2013 -
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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...
Warning: Contains mature language and sexuality. Intended for mature readers over the age of 18.
Excerpt:
Nestor picked up my left hand like it was a book. He touched a point where two lines intersected, then turned over his right palm and placed it beside mine. “We have the same fate,” he said.
For a few moments, the water dripping off of the crystals was the only sound filling the cavern. I exhaled slowly, afraid of ruining the moment. I leaned into him as if pulled by a magnet.
“Tamara,” he whispered, drawing a finger across my cheek. I closed my eyes and cocked my head. My skin tingled everywhere he touched me, even if it was the inner crook of my elbow, even if it was with nothing but his fingernail.
His face hovered close to mine. His breath smelled sweet against my cheek. As our hands clenched together, my desire spilled out of me. I pressed my lips against his, filling my mouth with the taste of him. I reached up and tangled my fist in his hair.
“I need you,” I said.
Approximate length: 5,800 words SHORT STORY
Warning: Contains mature language and sexuality. Intended for mature readers over the age of 18.
Excerpt:
Nestor picked up my left hand like it was a book. He touched a point where two lines intersected, then turned over his right palm and placed it beside mine. “We have the same fate,” he said.
For a few moments, the water dripping off of the crystals was the only sound filling the cavern. I exhaled slowly, afraid of ruining the moment. I leaned into him as if pulled by a magnet.
“Tamara,” he whispered, drawing a finger across my cheek. I closed my eyes and cocked my head. My skin tingled everywhere he touched me, even if it was the inner crook of my elbow, even if it was with nothing but his fingernail.
His face hovered close to mine. His breath smelled sweet against my cheek. As our hands clenched together, my desire spilled out of me. I pressed my lips against his, filling my mouth with the taste of him. I reached up and tangled my fist in his hair.
“I need you,” I said.
Approximate length: 5,800 words SHORT STORY
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EDITIONS
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- First Edition
- Oct-2013
- Sage L. Morgan
- eBook
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- Nov-2013
- eBook (Kindle)
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- Jan-2014
- Sage L. Morgan
- eBook
- ISBN: 1497780543
- ISBN13: 9781497780545