Tritone, Mer princess, has always been
fascinated by Humans to the chagrin of her
brother, the High Councilman of the Mer World.
So when she flees a hammerhead stalker and
ends up in the arms of a Human, she sees this
as her chance to take the initiative for Mer-Human
But which kind of relations is she talking
Logan Hardington is living the dream. Single,
successful and never hard up for a date.
Everything a thirty-four year old guy could
a love child he never knew is dropped on his
doorstep and suddenly Logan is trading
corporate jets for model planes, incentive
trips for field trips and evenings with the
ladies for evenings with babysitters. What he
needs is someone to keep his life on an even
is, Logan isn't sure if Angel is just one more
fish in the sea or... the Catch of a
in his boat, an
adventure under the sea...
was a naked woman on his boat.
Hardington shook his head and rubbed his eyes,
but the picture didn’t change. Lady Godiva
was sprawled over a pillow on his deck, a navy
blue blanket draped over the bottom half of
the curviest ass he’d seen in a long while.
blonde—almost yellow—loose curls tumbled
over creamy shoulders all the way down to that
blanket, the ends pooling in the dimples above
her ass, some strands twirling along the
visible portion of her cleft near the light
blue markings of a faded bruise.
legs, one slightly bent, only a shade or two
darker than the fiberglass boat deck, trailed
from beneath the blanket, one small foot
flexing in the soft morning breeze. A hint of
upturned nose peeked from beneath the blonde
jumble, pink lips pursed in sleep, slender
fingers disappearing beneath her cheek. He
wondered what color her eyes were.
why she was naked.
gulls cawed overhead, but she didn’t stir.
The wake from McKye’s charter jostled the Mir-a-Mar
as the day’s fishing tour set out, but that
didn’t rouse her either.
hell. She was probably a drunk co-ed who’d
followed some “sailor” home. He’d seen
that walk of shame many mornings. Didn’t
these people think of the repercussions?
looked back down the pier where his son,
Michael, chatted with Tony as the wizened old
salt chopped chum, and Logan smiled. Ah, the
things he would have loved to have seen as a
boy. The things he should have been able to
show Michael from day one—
would have if his ex-girlfriend had only
mentioned a little thing like a pregnancy…
tamped down the anger at Christine—who,
according to his son, now went by Rainbow
for God-only-knew-what reasons—and focused
instead on the next female to make him wonder
what men ever saw in women.
Lady Godiva moved and the blanket slipped to
the side and Logan knew exactly what men saw in women.
what he wanted his son to see. No matter how
much Logan wanted to savor the image.
um… Miss.” Logan hunkered down and shook
one of those shapely legs.
mumbled something and flipped her head the
other way, a tangle of hair tickling his arm.
Logan pulled his hand back and captured the
curls as they slid across his palm. Silky.
Soft. The way a woman’s hair should be.
blinked. What the hell was he doing thinking
about her hair? She was naked, for God’s
sake, and his six-year-old was going to get
one hell of a birthday present if she didn’t
wake up and cover herself.
wake up.” Logan shook her shoulder, glancing
back to Michael. Thank God Tony had a ton of
fish tales to keep the boy occupied.
woman sighed, and her shoulder slid beneath
his fingertips. Her skin was just as soft and
silky as her hair.
should not be noticing.
you really need to get up.” Not that getting
up was a problem he seemed to be having.
Christ. How long had it been if he was
getting hard over the naked back of a lush?
she rolled over.