Is she just lonely or does Lady Cynthia Lucas really hear a phantom voice calling to her in the night? True, the Cornish coast is infamous for stories of the supernatural, but this seems different somehow…and so real.

Or is this a game, waiting to drown her in watery empire where she would find a hollow-hung ocean green, and moss beds under the sea…and the virile lover who waits for her in a hazy, splendid dream?

Prince Armand has no use for poetic words, but he does need a human bride. Destiny has stepped in and he is helpless against the rush of the tide. If he can pull off acting the gentleman and lure the lady into his arms—and the sea—the prophecy will be fulfilled and the merman will find his one true love…