Madison's Mess

What could possibly go wrong when a mermaid and a werewolf are sent on a dangerous mission by the drunken, diaper-wearing God of the Sea? 

Better question. What could possibly go right? 

Madison Unlike my sisters, I haven’t found my HEA. And I’m looking - hard. But finding a man who wants to blowhole dive in Hawaii on the first date is more difficult than you might imagine. I’ve been forced to settle for a few meaningless orgasms with men who disappear when I suggest fun activities, like scaling 20 stories while blindfolded. 

Look, I know meaningless nookie won’t help me find my happily-ever-after, or even a guy who believes tightrope handstands over the Grand Canyon are fun. But there is someone out there for me so next time I do the horizontal mambo, it’s for keeps. 

May the gods help me. Well, me and whoever I boink next. 

Rick Being a vegan werewolf has its drawbacks. I’ve been exiled from my pack and even the petting zoo of deer, rabbits, and raccoons I keep safely tucked away from my fellow weres isn’t enough to banish the loneliness I feel. Talking to myself is becoming dangerous. Just two days ago out of stupefying boredom, I made a wager with myself that I could fly. It didn’t end well. 

Thankfully Poseidon is sending me on a mission. Unfortunately, it’s with a crazy Mermaid who has a worse reputation for death-defying recreation than me. 

I have no clue what’s in store, but may the gods help me. Well, me and this swimming hottie, because I’m totally down.