Kashton Berry never believed the world when they called his father insane. Everyone, including his own mother, mocked Dr. Alan Berry's claims that merpeople were real. But Kash always knew his father had been chasing something bigger than myth. Determined to uncover the truth, Kash travels to the isolated island where his father spent his final years, only to discover a hidden underground lab, a 12-foot glass tank, and a trunk filled with notes on a species humanity refused to acknowledge. But nothing prepares him for what he finds next. A living, breathing merman, nothing like the creatures Kash had imagined. Not a monster. Not a myth. Something far more human, far more dangerous... and far more impossible to resist. As mystery unravels and undeniable tension simmers between captive and captor, Kash must face the truth: Some legends aren't meant to be studied. Some are meant to fall for. Get ready to dive deep into a world of dangerous secrets, unique mating rituals, and a merman with a unique c**k. A fantasy alien romance that will sweep you off your feet and leave you gasping for more.

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

The cruelest games are played with real feelings