I'm terrified of the ocean. Which is ironic, given that I own a marina. But when it's a choice between a bullet and the water, even a girl with a capital-I Incident in her past has to make a call. Especially when the naked, tailless merman who just saved her life is apparently real - and now she's been turned into a Mer against every rule in the royal handbook. Reel Tritone, spare heir to the Mer throne and professional rule-breaker, was just supposed to rescue her. Not upend both their worlds. But there's a stolen treasure, a vengeful ex sea-goddess, and a death edict with their names on it. He can breathe underwater. She can barely look at it. Fish food or fish man - either way, she's in over her head.