A siren who’s terrified from the ocean…with a destiny which involves a hunky shirtless dude.Ever meet a mermaid terrified of the sea? The closest I get to saltwater is in my bath.As for singing? My siren history left me using a killer voice. Literally. Some individuals can charm animals out of trees and shrubs. Me? They leap to their deaths rather than listen to another note.I understand I’m different. And I’m awesome with it. What I’m not cool with may be the meathead who decides that he’s my fated partner. Just because he’s tall, good-looking, and muscle-bound doesn’t mean I’ll get into bed with him. We would do it standing up upright 1st.Don’t judge. I deserve a little fun, especially since I believe my time on Earth is limited.The nightmares are receiving stronger. The feeling swings nastier. The ocean is contacting, but I don’t think it really wants to give me a soft embrace.May a misfit who doesn’t belong anywhere find a way to survive the future-and maybe even fall in love?