The Mermaid Scale
Book Details
Author(s)Sage L. Morgan
ISBN / ASINB00KZE7VZS
ISBN-13978B00KZE7VZ1
Sales Rank619,496
MarketplaceUnited States 🇺🇸
Description
Broken-hearted and fed up, Nicole agrees to an impromptu beach vacation proposed by her best friend, but she has no idea what she's in for when she accepts a gift from a psychic at a pop-up stand. Somehow, she wakes up later in the body of Kyrie, a mermaid with a tangled past. Kyrie is everything Nicole isn't: determined, outspoken, gorgeous, and...missing. To return to her human realm, Nicole must solve the mystery surrounding her host's disappearance, and the only available help is Kyrie's old lover, Nereus. Too bad he's nursing a broken heart of his own and can barely even look at her. But when it becomes apparent that somebody wanted Kyrie gone, the two must work together to retrace Kyrie's last moments...or Nicole may be next.
This 20,000 word novella contains some mature language and explicit content. Intended for readers 18 years of age and older.
Excerpt:
It was nothing like the kiss we’d shared before, back when we first met. He was careful and tentative, a true first kiss. My chest tightened as I parted my lips, letting his tongue explore my mouth. It was different this time because he was kissing me, not Kyrie.
I ran my fingers through his smooth, black hair and let my hands fall to his shoulders. They flexed as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me toward him. His chest pushed against mine, and my heart pounded against his, matching its pace.
He pulled away just long enough to whisper my name. “Nicole.â€
I moaned, rushing back to meet his lips. I pulled him tighter into myself. My tail crept forward, curling around his. Our pelvises touched. I became extremely conscious of my opening, my hidden heat. I felt hungry, empty, needing to be filled by him.
This 20,000 word novella contains some mature language and explicit content. Intended for readers 18 years of age and older.
Excerpt:
It was nothing like the kiss we’d shared before, back when we first met. He was careful and tentative, a true first kiss. My chest tightened as I parted my lips, letting his tongue explore my mouth. It was different this time because he was kissing me, not Kyrie.
I ran my fingers through his smooth, black hair and let my hands fall to his shoulders. They flexed as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me toward him. His chest pushed against mine, and my heart pounded against his, matching its pace.
He pulled away just long enough to whisper my name. “Nicole.â€
I moaned, rushing back to meet his lips. I pulled him tighter into myself. My tail crept forward, curling around his. Our pelvises touched. I became extremely conscious of my opening, my hidden heat. I felt hungry, empty, needing to be filled by him.

