Ever since her father died, Kate Sweeting’s home life has been in the pits, her well being on life support. Her future looks desolate, too, until she and her mother make another plan: abandon their shriveled existence for more promising prospects on the coast, where Mom can play small-town librarian/bachelorette, and Kate can figure out what’s up with that secretive Blake family from the beach.
Everyone is eerily captivated with Kate and her mother, and Cara is the first to figure out why when the man of her dreams arrives all dripping and devoted and closed-mouthed about what he intends. Kate is willing to go along with their subterfuge for a while, but eventually makes a charge for the water to learn what her mother is hiding. Gabe Blake is there waiting for her… and so is someone considerably less friendly. By the time Kate navigates her way home, everything will have changed for her – what she feels, what she wants, and what she will risk to be with the man she loves.
The waves would have carried Will into the face of the cliff, not out to sea as he speculated, an erroneous belief intuited by all of them watching him from underwater, Anna included. They all knew his body would have been smashed to bits in a matter of seconds without their intervention, which they were eager to provide after an entire afternoon spent watching him and drinking in his delicious, rich sentiments. As it was, he fainted well before he hit the water. He never saw the creatures who softened his fall and kept his body from annihilation, not that they would have allowed him to remember them.
One of the women had noticed him standing at his perch near the time he arrived there, and, as the day wore on, others gathered under the water’s surface to watch too. His feelings radiated forcefully off him, creating a yearning they were not supposed to indulge in but by the time Anna joined the fray, she was too late to interrupt. His allure had intensified during his all-day stand at the edge of his rock. The women now sang to him, to ease his anxiousness, and to invite him to join them in the water.
I will love him, Lydia announced.
No, I’ll be the one, Bridget argued, and then others spoke up, each vying for primary custody. They squabbled playfully as they waited.
Perhaps we could share him, one of them suggested, their prolonged attendance urging them into a frenzy Anna believed was dangerous. Their interest had progressed far beyond simple caprice, and none of them had any real experience keeping humans alive in the water.
About the Author
Errin Stevens writes paranormal suspense/romance from her home in Minnesota, where she lives with her husband and son. When not wrestling with unruly narrative – or reading everything from mythology to contemporary romance to literary novels – you’ll find her swooning over seed catalogs (winter), or digging in the garden (the other three days of the year). Visit her blog site at http://errinstevens.com for release updates and random essays on writing and mothering.