What's on the back of the book:Half human and half reluctant mermaid, Fredericka Bimm finds herself investigating her watery roots in the latest instalment of her highly original and very funny romantic adventures.
After spending her entire life without seeing another mermaid or merman, there are suddenly undersea folk all over the place when Fred visits the Black Sea. But Fred is still torn between her reluctant attraction to Artur, arrogant high price of the mer-people, and wealthy human Thomas. Will the trip finally help her make up her mind, and separate the men from the . . . erm fish?
A piece from the book:
Fredericka Bimm trudged down Comm Ave. (known to tourists and other mysterious creatures as Commonwealth Avenue, Boston, Massachusetts) and tried not to think about the Prince of the Black Sea, or famed romance novelist Priscilla D'Jacqueline.
She had, in fact, spent the better part of the last twelve months determinedly not thinking about them.
And why should she? She had a fulfilling job. Okay, an irritating job. She had her own home, which she never had to herself anymore. She had a best friend who was infatuated with a new girlfriend and never had time for her anymore.
A pity party already. And not even two o'clock! A new record!
It was a typically lovely autumn afternoon - yawn - and her Wordsworth book bag bulged with D'Jacqueline's last two novels, Passion's Searing Flames and The Rake and the Raconteur. This did not count as thinking about Thomas Pearson, a fellow marine biologist who made big bucks writing under the D 'Jacqueline pen name. This was supporting a colleague. That was all.
A colleague with brown hair and lush red highlights, broad shoulders, long legs, and dimples. A colleague who carried a switchblade among other various illegal weapons. A colleague who told her he loved her and then left for eleven months and fourteen days.
'Stop it!' she yowled aloud, ignoring the startled looks of passersby. 'He had his fellowship to finish and he only knew you a week so just cut it out! What are you looking at?' she added fiercely, and the kindergarten-age child scuttled behind her mother's legs.
No, Thomas was gone and that was all. So was Artur, for that matter, the other man she determinedly did not think about. A full-blooded member of the Undersea Folk - a merman, in other words. Not a half-and-half hybrid like herself.
More than that: a prince, the eldest son of the High King of the Black Sea. A prince with hair the color of rubies and eyes the color of cherry cough drops; a prince with big hands he couldn't keep to himself. And a red beard that tickled whenever he did things she would not think about.
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