It's been almost two thousand
years since the mer-shifter Skyla walked the streets of Athens—not since her
heart was broken by a human man and she exchanged the land and sky for the
ocean depths. Ever since, she has lived in the underwater ruins of Atlantis,
studying with the priestesses of the goddess Amphitrite, refining her mermaid
powers and ignoring her human half.
But her studies are interrupted
when she is called upon by Poseidon himself to investigate rumors that the
world above is being polluted by the magic of creatures from another realm—and
worse, that the ocean kingdom of the mer-people might be next.
When her inquiries in
modern-day Greece lead her to an American detective asking similar questions,
Skyla realizes that the magical problem she's been sent to research is bigger
than she anticipated—and that one human's kisses might be more dangerous to
her, and her world, than she ever could have imagined.
is not a love story.
been over two thousand years since I walked these shores, and even then, the
man who broke my heart was centuries gone, sailed away into death—the last
journey into yet another land where I will not follow.
be told, though, he left me long before he died, gone away to rejoin a wife he
hadn't seen in twenty years, to reclaim a rocky, wind-swept island for a son he
home, to spin stories about his absence like his wife spun his
death-shroud—picking out the stitches at night and reweaving them anew to
postpone the inevitable moment when the stories wear thin and you find the
monsters have been in your home all along, posing as suitors who would win your
poets lie, you know. They say our songs seduce the sailors, draw them into the
ocean to drown.
the ocean sings to them, it is not our doing—no more than the earth's call to
us is theirs.
Odysseus never tried to resist.
On the cliff above the Theatre of Dionysus, the Parthenon
loomed, its marble columns partially obscured in scaffolding. The last time
Skyla had been here, when the marble seats of the open-air amphitheater were
new, she watched the Oresteia trilogy—tragedies to the Athenians surrounding
her, but too far from reality to be anything but comic to Skyla. Agamemnon had
been a monster, a tyrant of a man who murdered his daughter for the joy of
killing, a sacrifice to the gods of power and control. When his wife
Clytemnestra killed him in return, other women did not blame her. Their house
fell, but it was not of her doing.
the memories of men are short, and the stories they share shift and change,
like the ocean's surface.
Margo Bond Collins is the author of
urban fantasy, contemporary romance, and paranormal mysteries. She lives in
Texas with her daughter and several spoiled pets. Although writing fiction is
her first love, she also teaches college-level English courses online. She
enjoys reading romance and paranormal fiction of any genre and spends
most of her free time daydreaming about heroes, monsters, cowboys, and
villains, and the strong women who love them—and sometimes fight them.
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Immersed is filled with things I love: Chicago, strange creatures, a kickass heroine, seriously silly innuendo, tongue-in-cheek scenarios and characters drawn from medieval myth.
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Forget petticoats and demure female behavior.
Melusine Doré prefers armored corsets and knives and slays evil creatures for a
living. The grim and gruesome don’t frighten her; she’ll take on a cyclops or a
dragon and not even break a sweat.But
when her rival, the charismatic Levi Cannon, comes to town, all her buried
fears begin to surface.Melusine
realizes she is in danger of something much more horrifying than facing
blood-thirsty beasts – she’s in danger of falling in love.Because love alone has the power to reveal a
secret terrible enough to completely shatter her world. Set in the muddy streets of 1850s steampunk
Chicago, Immersed is a stand-alone novella, but the first in
a series of adventures that follow Melusine on her quest to rid the world of
monsters…and her struggle to come to terms with every monstrous facet of
From Chapter One
LEVI CANNON BACK IN CHICAGO. NO NEED TO FEAR THE
BOGEYMAN shouted the headline of the newspaper spread out on Melusine’s
dresser.A skilled drawing of Mr. Levi
Cannon stepping on a monster with one giant eye was directly underneath the
headline.Below that was a quote that
made Melusine fume:“Miss Melusine Doré
is now free to learn flower arrangement and make social calls.There is a man in town to do a man’s job.I promise you all that the beast found
hunting here will be gone in a matter of days.Unlike Miss Doré, I do not take precious time to see if a monster has a
heart of gold or not.It’s a monster,
after all, and if its heart happens to be gold, well then, I shall rip it out
and sell it for a fortune.”
Grabbing her fountain pen, Melusine inked warts
onto Levi’s nose and cheeks, and filled in the area between his eyebrows.She gazed down at his lifeless face and
grunted.Warts and all, Levi Cannon
still looked good.Too good.
Once a year or so Levi would come into town,
challenging Melusine, leaving a trail of dead monsters and smitten women in his
wake.But she never rose to his dares
and instead stayed out of sight until he left.
Having grown up in San Francisco, Calder Brumen is drawn to the ocean, and he's spent his life trying to capture the beauty of the Pacific on canvas. Over time, he has become obsessed with painting the image of a dark haired mermaid named Gaire, and Calder struggles to explain his devotion to these portraits to his best friend. When Calder finds sandy footprints leading to the edge of his bed, he suspects that the haunting siren is real.
Pursuing the truth, Calder is dragged into a murderous, underwater plot that could destroy them all. And he must choose – is the possibility of a lifetime with Gaire worth risking death for himself and everyone he loves?
“Hush, Calder,” she whispered.
Pulling the sheet from the floor, she slipped into
the bed, covering them both. The feel of her against his side brought on
another struggle to touch her, another groan of her name.
“You’re dreaming. Go back to sleep.”
The edges of the room twisted inward when Gaire’s
fingers fluttered up his thigh. The scent of saltwater, coconuts and jasmine
grew stronger, lulling him and clouding his mind. He struggled to reach out to
her, but his limbs did not respond and then even his thoughts fell silent,
swallowed by the warmth of her gentle lips on his.
She murmured something against his mouth, but he
could no longer understand her words. He drifted in the confusion her nearness
He glanced around the room through squinted eyes. Always wake up alone. The glaring sun
streamed through the open sliding door. The white chiffon curtains fluttered in
the wind, but there was no other movement in the room. When he propped himself
up on his elbows, bits of sand jumped along the edge of the king-sized bed.
Real… Mary mother of god, she’s real, she’s always
He scrubbed his hand over his face. Does she
come every night?
Small, sandy footprints led toward the bed from the
balcony, but none led away. Flashes of softness, warmth, bright red lips calling
his name, feathery kisses across his chest and down…
He felt a flush creep across his hardened
Oh, good god… I think I’ve finally gone insane.
Questions for Bokerah:
1.What is your favorite mermaid story or myth?
I included the Blue Men of Minch and 1830 Mermaid of Benbecula. Both are
briefly mentioned in history, but they were great for my novella.
2.What was the inspiration for your mermaid
novella? Anna Albergucci, A.R. Draeger, and I were brainstorming during a Write
Day at the Albergucci estate. I joked that I might do something completely
ridiculous this time. That + My husband and I really like UFC champ Coner
McGregor + I like beards = Calder was born. To be different, I decided that
Cold Water Bridegroom should mostly be written from Calder Brumen's point of
3.Cast your characters. If your novella was made
into a movie, who would play your main characters? Calder Brumen: Gerard Butler
(think: redheaded Leonidas that paints), Gaire: Ayelet Zurer or Alexis
Knapp (but, man, Jenn Proske has the hair), Mike Love: Scott Evans (Captain
America's younger brother) or Brett Tucker, though they are both a bit tall for
the role. Venora: To be honest, she'd be much harder to cast, but I bet Uma
Thurman could pull it off. If Uma was busy that year, I'd choose Cate
Blanchett. I still haven't figured out the twins.
4.What was most challenging thing writing about
mermaids? I think the hardest part was making the characters believable, while
crossing from water to land, or even into the mer-city - just how to make it
all work, think of and answer all the questions.
5.Ursula or Ariel? Ummm.... May I pick King
6.What else should we know about your novella? Set
in San Francisco, Calder is a moody artist looking for his forever, and like in
all good stories, somebody dies. (:
About the Author
Bokerah Brumley is an award-winning freelance writer. In her spare time, Bokerah enjoys climbing trees, photographing peacocks, and writing flash fiction. Two novellas and one novel are planned for 2015. She lives with her husband, five kids, and three dogs in West Texas where she serves as the blue-haired publicity officer for the Cisco Writers Club.