Betrothed to the King. Cursed since birth. All her life, Carissa's been betrothed to a man she's never met and inflicted with a curse she's never seen. Tired of waiting for her betrothed at 18, she flees to forge her own destiny and discover love, but she soon discovers the curse is indeed real and its effects dangerous. She suddenly finds herself in need of the savior she never wanted. But will he be able to see past her curse to love the girl within? Gorgeous cover by @solidarity_ Updated Wednesday and Friday at 4pm CST.

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Joshua turn to get a closer view of, his stepmother? Can he even call her that she was younger than him! She was staring at him like he was a monster. With those big brown eyes. Halley was shock to the spine. The man standing in front of her was so handsome! This couldn't be her future husband. "I'll like to introduced you to--" "I know father your wife." Joshua lifted Halley's hand and kiss it gently. "Nice to meet you lovely lady. I must admit I can't come to call you mother as yet--" "Joshua! " Lord fisher shouted glaring at his son." She is not my wife ,she is yours." Joshua look at his father then Halley with shock expression before throwing his head back and roar with laughter. " father..I thought you weren't one to jest." Find out what happens next in this twisted tale of love, romance and a bit of humor. Highest rank #4 in historical fiction Beautiful Cover design by @M_Rainberry

The sound of rain pattering against my brow, Left me nothing but unease in the soft air. The slimy fresh water dripping down my sparkling face, Showed me no kindness in the waters of salt. For I cannot any longer feel the refreshing cool of that water, But only the grinding salt on my skin. Here, in my oceans, I sing my chorus of old, A ballad of the merfolk, The song of Siren. ~~~all pictures used in the book have been procured from the internet. Credit goes to those who made them.~~~ ~-lovely cover done by rubybishbosh, thank you!-~