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Book 8 in the Warder's Series now at Extasy Books Wet, wild and weirded out, Bea finds herself in the last place she wanted to be. Her husband's arms. Beatrix Warder has spent her adult life avoiding this precise moment. In a flurry of panic she made a choice and it landed her neck deep in the ocean, facing her worst nightmare. Hector was very good looking, for a merman, but he was also her husband and she had now come to him. When they had wed, she had been young and he had been willing to wait until she made the effort to join him under the sea. Bea isn't happy with the end of her dry land life, but with a little bit of effort Hector is willing to show her there is more to the wet world than fins and a tail.
Excerpt: If I had a fish doing this, I would scoop it out of the tank and flush it. The speech in her mind came all too easily. Don't worry, you will get the hang of things soon enough. Wave your tail through the water and push with your hands. Hector was swimming in front of her, his coral and white tail and fins flaring out as he moved with lazy elegance. She righted herself with some difficulty. Up was the way his head was pointing and it took some delicate waving of her legs to get her to face him. Are you all right? How do you feel? Warm, strong, naked. Good, good and hooray. His wink disarmed her. She stopped concentrating on keeping upright and slowly drifted upside down again. Bobbing with her head where her feet, or tail, should be wasn't too bad, but it was very disconcerting when Hector grabbed her tail and flipped her around. The damned thing was sensitive. As a rule, we don't mess with someone else's tail, but you seem to need a bit of help. I think I do. Can I practice swimming or something? I don't know, can you? It was a challenge, pure and simple. Bea flicked her tail and shot upwards. Unfortunately, they were still under Hector's home. Extremely unfortunately, she had drifted away from the open hatch. The clang was tremendous. Ow. She was drifting head down again, but this time, Hector grabbed her by the waist and hauled her out from under the house of bubbles. Hard bubbles. Are you okay? My head hurts and I can't swim. I make a crappy mermaid. She was close to tears. Well, you have the maid part down. You just need to work on the mer part. Come with me and don't use your tail. He pulled her back against his chest, looping an arm around her ribs with her breasts resting on his forearm. With a flick of his tail, they were moving through the water and she was looking in every available direction. A city of domes and bubbles was around them, making a rather large splash of light in the watery depths. They cruised straight out of the environs, past a number of merfolk who sent telepathic greetings. Bea didn't know what to do, so she remained silent, but Hector greeted them back as he swam in a direct line out into the open sea. She had an idea of her location when they passed the leviathan. It was not something one would see at home, so she was in Realm. Yes, we are. The ring moved me between worlds as well as in space? It did. It was simply a charm to bring you to me, wherever you were. I can tell you that I was both shocked and pleased at your arrival. People greet verbally and swim by, is that normal? Well, since we use our hands and arms for propulsion it is a little awkward to wave at other folk as you swim by. You might change your trajectory and end up crashing into someone or something. Oh. That makes sense. Where are we going? There is an open area, fairly shallow, it should help you with your tail control to swim around there for a while. Excellent. She was ignoring his arm under her breasts as best she could, but it was becoming more difficult as he moved against her. As her body started to come under her control, his body against hers was causing a strange tingling sensation down her back. Wait. Do I have a fin on my spine? You do. As do I. Why? It feels…never mind. His snicker of laughter communicated silently. Don't worry about it. Your body will be sensitive and your fin struts will feed new sensations to you for some time. What about sex? Hector laughed so hard he almost dropped her. We don't mate in this form. This is why we build cities and had to move to Realm. Humans were getting far too adept at finding us. Fortunately, when we do travel back, we give off similar signatures to dolphins. It was nice how he turned the conversation from sex to dolphins. It was quite the jump. She kept an eye on her surroundings, but it all looked the same to her at this point. Blue, green and grey in the distance. Here we are, off you go. Work on circles and counter circles. With that, he launched her through the water with a heave that sent her ass over teakettle into the centre of a large, sandy space. Lying on her back, she looked up and could see the surface of the water. Curious, she tried to swim up and ended up face down in the sand. Circles first. Up and down will come later. Fine. It was not as easy as it sounded, so she took up an experimental mentality. First, she needed to know her new body. Hector was swimming in circles around her, slow, large, lazy circles. She lifted her hands and saw the transparent webbing between her fingers. That was new. She felt lightly around her neck and the flutter of what must be gills caught her attention. She explored lower and had to admit her boobs were now perkier, even though her nipples were the same vivid purple as her tail. The spines down her back were a fan of tissue. Hector rolled so that his back was exposed to her and she saw how it was set between the strong blades of his shoulders down to the narrowing of his waist. A long fin down the length of his tail made her reach to grab her own butt and sure enough, there it was. Her tail fins were loose and flowing though, much like her hair. Her hair had grown. It reached to the centre of her thighs and billowed with the steady stream of currents and it was green! Okay, she had a tail, fins and propulsion in her hands. Time for a kick off. Gingerly, she flexed and shifted forward in a smooth motion. Cool. It took some experimentation, but eventually, she was lapping Hector as he swam, then shifting direction and swimming counter clockwise. Good, Beatrix. Now, breach the surface and speak. I will come with you. Grinning, she snapped her tail and popped out of the water and kept going. She was up, out and doing a back flip that turned into a belly flop. Ow. Your tail has a lot of power, the littlest motion can having you breaching the waves. I noticed that. His laughter was silent, but it was definitely there. She tried it again with a slow motion. She rose out of the water and used her hands to keep her head above the waves. Her tail moved absently with the currents and kept her near the surface. "Stop holding your breath, Beatrix. Keep your gills below the water and speak to me." It took a few tries, but the air she pulled in through her mouth eventually emerged through her voice. "What should I say?" "How are you feeling?" "Can you stop asking me that? I am fine." "Excellent." He surged toward her and then his hands were on her waist. She was so surprised that she sank below the waves. He drew her upward. She was nervous now, as she hadn't been before. Becoming an adult who was already married, she had avoided this kind of closeness with strange men. The humming of her body at his proximity was startling on several levels and the hum increased to a roar when he kissed her. This wasn't the lifesaving kiss that he had given her when she landed in the cold darkness. This was all heat. She marvelled at his taste and the soft but firm texture of his lips. She was going cross-eyed until she closed her own eyes and surrendered to sensations. Her breasts were tingling, her tail was lashing and when her hair floated around them, she realized that they had sunk back under the waves. Laughter bubbled up, breaking the spell of seduction that he was weaving around her. You find my touch amusing? No, I am still getting used to breathing under the waves. I was just thinking that more men shouldn't need to breathe directly. He leaned back in astonishment and a stream of bubbles escaped his open mouth. Laughter followed. You laugh really easily. It took him a while to calm. Not usually, no. But you have been a constant surprise since you splashed into my life. You laugh when surprised? Good to know. Come on, we are expected back at the house. He held her hand and tugged her around so that she was facing the correct direction. How do you tell which way you are going around here? Practice. The currents are our roads, the coral are the sign posts. Most of the folk will help you around if you get lost, so stay near the city at all times so that you can get help when you need it. They don't seem too friendly toward me. You are not listening with your mind yet. I had to inform them that you could not hear the greetings and would be friendlier at a later time. Many have not learned the language of the dry landers. But I can hear you speak just fine. I can understand you. You understand my thoughts, not the language they are in, there is a difference. He had a point. She had heard the greetings as they swam out, but she hadn't known if she should respond. They weren't speaking English or any other language she could understand, but she heard them and understood. This wasn't too bad at all.
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