Description:What could possibly go wrong when a Mermaid and a Werewolf are sent
on a dangerous mission by the drunken, diaper-wearing God of the Sea?
Better question. What could possibly go right?
Madison
Unlike
my sisters, I haven’t found my HEA. And I’m looking—hard. But finding a
man who wants to blowhole dive in Hawaii on the first date is more
difficult than you might imagine. I’ve been forced to settle for a few
meaningless orgasms with men who disappear when I suggest fun
activities, like scaling twenty stories while blindfolded.
Look, I
know meaningless nookie won’t help me find my happily ever after, or
even a guy who believes tightrope handstands over the Grand Canyon are
fun. But there is someone out there for me so next time I do the
horizontal mambo, it’s for keeps.
May the gods help me. Well, me and whoever I boink next.
Rick
Being
a Vegan Werewolf has its drawbacks. I’ve been exiled from my pack and
even the petting zoo of deer, rabbits and raccoons I keep safely tucked
away from my fellow Weres isn’t enough to banish the loneliness I feel.
Talking to myself is becoming dangerous. Just two days ago out of
stupefying boredom, I made a wager with myself that I could fly. It
didn’t end well.
Thankfully Poseidon is sending me on a mission.
Unfortunately, it’s with a crazy Mermaid who has a worse reputation for
death defying recreation than me.
I have no clue what’s in store, but may the gods help me. Well, me and this swimming hottie, because I’m totally down.