Rock of Stages

𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍, 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑹𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒀𝒐𝒖!

A grumpy gargoyle, a curious mermaid, and a magical mate bond.

I’m a gargoyle drummer in a supernatural cruise ship band with zero tolerance for nonsense. All I want to do is play music.

Until a *mermaid* crashes into my life—saving me from sinking like a…rock.

Worse, fate whispers she’s my fated mate.

Naiya is sunshine and curiosity. She’s everything I can’t have. She lives in the ocean and I can barely swim.

But fate’s a funny little sea witch. Because every time Naiya smiles, my stone-hard heart pangs.

And when she’s threatened by the same selkie who almost destroyed my band?

My beast wakes. Sea or sky, I’ll fight for her. She’s mine.

Welcome aboard the Moonlight Siren for a short and spicy paranormal rom-com with found family vibes, rock band banter, and fated mates who rock each other’s world.

Caleb: What was going on?

First, I was falling into the ocean with that slimy selkie.

Next, I woke in the arms of a beautiful woman. No, not a woman—a mermaid. Who was the most radiant creature I’d ever seen.

Her hair floated around her, darkened by water and gleaming beneath the moon. Her eyes were a fascinating shade of green—wide and curious—with droplets of water dripping down her dark lashes or rolling down her smooth cheeks. Her lips were plump and pink, with a heart-shaped pout. And her tail. It stretched behind her, long and sleek, with shimmering silver and teal scales. Absolutely mesmerizing.

“Please,” I insisted. “Come to the ship with me.” Where was I going with this? Surely I hadn’t through it through.
But she fascinated me.

She stared at me, searching my eyes, and then bit her lower lip as if contemplating my request. My pulse kicked harder. Why did it matter so much that she said yes?

Her eyes brightened and then those worried lips broke out into a smile. “Okay.”

When she smiled at me like that, it felt like when sunlight warmed my cool stone. Luminous.

“I’ll fly us to the ship.”

Her eyes widened. “Fly?” She blinked. “As in the sky?” She pointed to the clouds.

“Yes. Don’t worry,” I assured her. “I’ll hold you tight.”

She swam over, stopping a few inches in front of me, and then gulped. I wrapped my arms around her.

But then—her scent. Feminine like midnight orchids. Alluring. Entwined with the distinct salty scent of the ocean.

The beast inside me rose with a rumble, stirring as if awoken from a century-long slumber. A possessive instinct roared.

He whispered mate.

The word rumbled through me like distant thunder.

No. Impossible.

She was a mermaid who lived in the sea. A different species. In a different habitat.

And yet…every instinct screamed mine.