Unexpected Truths

Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner

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Unexpected Truths by

Cheryl Bonner

Midnight Showcase Fiction www.midnightshowcase.com

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Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner Published by Midnight Showcase PO Box 300491 Houston, TX 77230 USA www.midnightshowcase.com Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner, Copyright © 2007-2008+ First appeared in Merlicious 3 digest. Names, characters, and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author or the publisher. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

ISSN 1555-5496 Vol.78-26RS4 Credits Editor: Zena Quick Copy Editor: Jane Carver Format Editor: Wendy Mackrell Cover Artist: Mae Powers Printed in the United States of America

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Unexpected Truths by Cheryl Bonner Paranormal writer Jessie York’s stories cause sensations on land and sea. Mer-enforcer Nick Sirius’ mission is to teach Jessie about merfolk then make her forget.

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To my husband Carl, my daughters Missy, Maya and Ella and granddaughter Jordan, son-in-law Jeff, thanks for your support and encouragement. Thanks to Lawan, Andrea, and Jasmine for your patience. And a special thanks to Denise for giving me the right amount of tough love when I needed it the most.

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Unexpected Truths by Cheryl Bonner Chapter One Jessie York checked over her shoulder before slipping into the room. Her back to the door, she took deep breaths to slow her rapid heartbeat. Note to Shelby, no more large parties, especially if I have to watch him flirt with other women. Jealousy was a feeling Jessie didn’t like. She didn’t need him as a complication. Didn’t need the hassle. Didn’t want him in her life. Why couldn’t he just stay a friend? She opened her eyes and blinked. Moonbeams skipped across the ocean into the space illuminating the study in soft pale colors. Luxurious floor to ceiling windows overlooked the ocean. The restlessness of the sea matched her mood. Dark. Demanding. Destructive. On the opposite wall, an oak mantel fireplace competed with the view for attention. Books were scattered on tables, a large desk and on shelves. Pillows of every shape and hue graced the chairs and floor, creating colorful sitting areas throughout the area. She kicked off her shoes, and her feet sank into the deep pile carpet as she moved closer to the windows. “Impressive.” “I’m glad you approve.” The baritone voice interrupted her musing. Panic chased away her calm, settling in her stomach like greasy food. Jessie rubbed her damp palms together, turned and tried to make out the man in the shadows. There was something familiar about the voice. He moved into the light. Nick Sirius. She hoped he hadn’t noticed the excitement as it surged through her body and into her voice. “Oh, it’s you.”

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Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner His black hair accented his dark clothing. The pants, collarless shirt and jacket wrapped his frame like a second skin. Earlier thoughts of envy faded as she clenched and unclenched her hands. His eyes mirrored the ocean. Holy bells. “Nick, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you would be here.” Jessie glanced around. “I assumed everyone was downstairs at the party enjoying themselves.” She moved toward the door, trying to put distance between them. “I didn’t mean to intrude on your space. I was looking for a place to escape from all the fuss.” She motioned toward the papers scattered near a set of cushions. “I’ll leave you to your work.” He moved, cutting off her escape route and touched her arm. “You’re not interrupting. I’ve finished.” Warmth traveled from his fingertips and up her arm. She paused and looked into his eyes. Her world expanded and exploded into a thousand pieces. I shouldn’t want him. Breathing became difficult, and her heartbeat pounded in her ears. “Please stay.” He slid his hand down the length of her arm. “Okay.” Jessie stepped away from him and moved closer to the fireplace. Gazing into the red flames, she hoped for comfort. But none could be found. Who was she trying to fool? He’d been the fuel for her nighttime drama for weeks now. In her imagination, a wicked human traps him because he tries to stop the stripping of a coral reef. She saves him from death. After the rescue, they are together. His sweat-covered bronze skin moves against hers, slow at first and then demanding. Those dark fathomless eyes belong to her. His voice disturbed her sensual dreams. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch the last thing you said,” she said. “How do you like the party, Lady of the Mer? Isn’t that what some of your readers call you?” She noticed one of his eyebrows raised, daring her to argue. She sensed Nick, underneath the expensive clothes, had a wild streak in him. His picture, no doubt, could be found in the dictionary under ‘trouble’ with a capital ‘T.’ She wouldn’t take the bait. “Why did you leave the party?” His voice was soft, warm and subtle, reminding her of a summer night, long and full of promise. “It was over the top.” Jess glanced around to figure how far she needed to travel to escape. Four walls, a ceiling and floor. Nowhere to 6

Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner go, she swallowed past the lump in her throat and hoped he didn’t notice. The fireplace didn’t provide the needed relief. “Isn’t the festive atmosphere what most writers want? A launch with a new publisher. Everyone connected gets bragging rights for fifteen minutes. A few reporters interview and write about how we love our writers. Win-win for everyone.” She watched him move from the door toward the desk. The man walked with a purpose. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was trying to impress her. “All right, not over the top, but just too much for someone like me.” “Someone like you.” His gazed traveled down her body and up to her face. The heat in his eyes made her shiver with excitement. She shifted, looking for relief from her wet panties. It figures, the first man in months that sends my hormones raging owns the publishing house. He makes the mermen I wrote about look like wimps. “You’re special. Everyone noticed you, Jessica.” Nick leaned back on the edge of the desk. “I’ve watched you all night.” He crossed his arms. The leather pants hugged him in all the right places, straining against his legs to show every detail of his muscled thighs. Her imagination had failed. Nick’s package gave new meaning to heavenly delights. “I didn’t think you noticed.” She licked her dry lips and pulled at her short skirt. “You’re interesting, Jess.” His gaze never left her face. “I’m only Jess to my close friends.” She pretended to be interested in her shirt’s ruffled sleeve. “So, how does someone earn the privilege of calling you Jess?” His words poured over her like hot fudge over vanilla ice cream. “I don’t make close friends easily.” Fidgeting, she looked at him. “Neither do I. Tell me, why would a man be interested in a complicated woman?” He advanced toward her. “Maybe it’s a fluke, nothing more than fleeting attraction.” Is he talking about me? “Do I act on this, or is this something better left unexplored?” He brought his hand up, touched her chin and lifted her face to meet his gaze. The shifting logs in the fireplace caused Jess to look away from his temping mouth, breaking the spell. “I think this is something best left alone.” 7

Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner Moving toward the desk, Nick pulled a flower out of the vase. “I’m surprised.” “I hope this is not the last time,” Jessie paused then continued, “I mean surprising you. I manage to do that…a lot.” “You come across as being more daring.” His fingers stroked the flower’s petals. “Where did you get that idea?” Her gaze shifted from his fingers back to his face. She swallowed her thoughts of asking him to do that to her. “Your books about the mer, our earlier conversations. You’re a great writer.” Nick grinned. The smile sent tingles down to her toes. “Novels are my form of release. An escape. A fantasy.” “Who would have thought Jessica York is afraid of the dark?” Smiling, he raised the flower to his nose and, inhaling deeply, took in the scent. “Fear is healthy.” She turned her attention back to the fire. It didn’t take her mind off the gorgeous man. Desire drove her to watch him again. “Stimulating and arousing. I’m told the brain can’t tell the difference at certain times. You wouldn’t know when, would you?” His voice sounded huskier. “No, I wouldn’t.” Her words were as unclear as the feelings he created. “As a writer, have you ever thought of it as a form of foreplay?” Slowly, Nick slid his tongue across his lips. “Foreplay?” Jess stammered. “Yes, just like a conversation between two people interested in knowing each other,” Nick insisted. “So, this conversation stuff, where you exchange information, talk about current events, or how to save the world, is foreplay to you?” Jess rambled as her eyes darted from the walls to the ceiling to the floor then back to him. He shrugged his shoulders. “No, not to me. But could they be used as a prelude to seduction?” “Are you trying to seduce me?” She tingled. “Am I succeeding?” He sauntered from the desk and stopped an inch from her. “No.” Liar. Sucking in a breath, she tried to slow her heartbeat. 8

Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner “Then I need to work harder.” He ran the flower across her lips and brought it to his to kiss. “I’m not sure harder would help.” Help, I’m lost. “Nick, we had—” She stood still and watched his mouth lower to hers. His lips brushed across hers in a feathery kiss. Gentle at first and then deeper. Her hands went to his chest, and heat moved into her through him. He pulled her closer. She smelled of sunshine as it filtered down into the depths of the ocean. Starfish danced in his head as he tried to pull oxygen into his lungs. His mouth urged hers to open. When their tongues met, they tangled like jellyfish mating. His body vibrated to her hunger. He heard her siren’s song in his ears. Startled, he broke the kiss. She took a step back. He moved to increase the distance between them, unsure of his next move. “Shrimp,” he muttered as he shook his head. He stared at Jess. Stunned, he turned on his heel and walked out of the room.

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Chapter Two The monthly morning board meeting went off without a hitch. Nick conducted the session in record time. He worked hard to keep on track and on time. Thoughts of Jessie York made it an almost impossible task. He hoped the boss didn’t notice some of his lapses. “Nick, can I see you for a few minutes?” the man with the disheveled hair requested as the meeting broke up. Busted. Nick adjusted his pants then glanced at the gentleman and wasn’t fooled for one minute. Mr. Marin’s tone indicated it wasn’t a request to be taken for granted. If you looked past the charming smile, rumpled hair and casual clothes and focused on the eyes, there was no doubt that he meant business. “Sure, Mr. Marin.” “Let’s go for a walk. I think the beach is perfect.” Not the beach talk. I’ve seen people come back looking worse than an air-drowned mer. He hoped that his lack of attention in the meeting wasn’t noticed. To think a petite human female caused this newest problem. Waking up this morning with a stiff dick was the first of his problems. Before he could get everything under control, the big guy himself issued a summons. Now his headache wouldn’t go away. And the only cure for it was endless hours swimming and playing seal with a mer female. Like the rest of his morning, this conversation was not going to be fun. Nick slid his aviator sunglasses over his eyes as he and Mr. Marin left the building. Sunlight flickered on the water, keeping time with the tumbling starfish in his stomach. Who would have thought at his age nerves would hover like jellyfish. “How’s the publishing business?” “The pre-orders for several of the new authors have matched or exceeded last year’s numbers. Suggestions about getting them up with web pages and excerpts from the book helped. The fact some of the new books highlight our publishing of the new Jessie York book is facilitating the growth.” This calm and cool routine is worse than 10

Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner dealing with a bunch of killer whales upset over one of their young being tagged by the Save The Whale folks. “Nick, I don’t need a complete rundown. You’ve turned the company around. Your leadership is not being questioned. I’m pleased Jessie York has fueled the rise in business. I only have one question, what are you going to do about her?” “What do you mean?” He worked hard to keep the nervousness out of his voice. Someone ratted me out. “Every time one of her books comes out, we have to watch our operations. Sea vessels take the roundabout routes to avoid detection when bringing the merchandise into the market. She’s a time bomb waiting to go off.” “I don’t think…” This isn’t going to be good. “Nick, you’re my best enforcer. If we can’t control this puny human, how can I honestly run for President of the Other World Creatures?” “Mr. Marin, she’s just one of many. Her books get humans to take care of—” “That woman is a menace to the mer-race.” Interrupting Nick, Mr. Marin’s voice came out cold and hard. “Take care of her. She needs her memories adjusted.” “Or?” This is not what I wanted to hear. “You don’t want to know.” Shrimp shit.

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Chapter Three The warm sunshine was a relief compared to the winter weather she left back in New Hampshire. “Nancy, I went to the party and had a nice time meeting everyone.” Jess struggled with her luggage, sunglasses and the cell phone’s earpiece. Nancy comforted her when Grandma died and pushed her into writing to fill the emptiness. There were parts of her life she could share with Nancy. The time spent with Nick wasn’t one of them. The boat’s horn blared. Jess continued toward the seats. “Where are you?” Nancy’s voice competed for her attention. “I’m hearing all kinds of loud sounds.” “You’re hearing the island passenger ferry. It’s docking.” Jessie moved to the railing and looked out. The crush of people rushing to start their vacations made it impossible to get off the boat. Sunlight reflected off the water and the windows of the surrounding buildings. Warm southern winds blew her hair back and forth. Jess pushed her curls out of her face. The brick structures greeting the visitors with cute shops for last minute purchases or information about the island hadn’t changed one bit since her last visit. “What did you do, Jess?” Nancy’s voice almost faded into the background noise. “Not a thing.” Jessie moved from the railing and down the stairwell. “Your signal is breaking up. What did you just say?” “Nothing happened.” One of us chickened out. “So the rumor isn’t true.” Nancy sounded worried. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” The crowd moved at a snail’s pace to exit the ship. “Nick Sirius.” Nancy spoke his name without pause. “What do you mean?” Jessie stopped and looked around the vessel’s upper deck. “Nick Sirius?” “I’ve been to a lot of parties with this group. I’ve never seen Nick say more than a few words to anyone.” Nancy’s voice sounded worried.

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Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner “Oh.” I can testify that the man is fine. The scent of saltwater filled her nose as she took a deep breath. The boat rocked back and forth as it moved into place at the pier. “You disappeared.” The docking noise interrupted the conversation. “You were in Nick’s office for a couple of hours. Then I got this cryptic message that you didn’t need a ride home.” “We had an opportunity to talk for a few minutes. He allowed me a chance to rest in his office.” The boat swayed, catching her off guard, and Jessie grabbed for the wall. “Oh, honey, did you have an anxiety attack? You should have said something sooner. I know how large groups bother you. I should have expected something like this. I could have left early.” Nancy always worried too much. “I’m fine now.” After experiencing his mind blowing kisses. “Why don’t we talk about my new proposal a little later?” The yellow warmth wrapped around her as she stepped off the ferry. “So the mer proposal is done, and you’re working on something new?” Nancy inquired. “I want to do something else.” She dodged the kids running around the visitor’s stand. “Jess, I know you’re not used to all the excitement about your books. It’s because of all your hard work. I don’t want you to lose your advantage.” “I thought I would write a cute story. Get people to ask questions about how we treat sea creatures. Get people to be more responsible about natural resources. Not turn into the next Alexis Ke, Monique Lamont, or Andrea Jackson of the paranormal fantasy world.” She checked the shuttle stand for waiting vehicles. The line of passengers stretched for a several yards. “You have some time before the proposal is due. Get yourself centered. Fill your emotional bank.” Jess rolled her head and eyes in mock protest, even though Nancy couldn’t see. “Enjoy your visit with family and friends.” Nancy’s cheerfulness bubbled through the phone. “The visiting I can do.” Jess waited for the next ride. It’s the rest that’s making me crazy. “Trust me on this, Jess. You’ll feel a lot better once you replenish the creative well.” “Bye, Nancy.” She closed the phone. 13

Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner **** Jessie stopped to look at the familiar store across the street. An anchor made from books with rope wrapped around a coffee cup drew many tourists and locals. The flashing neon of the movie rental, the oversized sign of the restaurant and the running lights of the games arcade made the Books Anchor seem old. How long ago did she fall in love with books? How long ago did she start writing down the stories she made up about mer-folks? It was after her twentieth birthday and Gram’s passing. It seemed like more than ten years had passed. “Hey, lady, watch out,” the skateboarder yelled. Jessie stepped back to avoid the collision and bumped into someone. The kid kept moving. “Honey, are you okay?” the gray-haired man asked. “I’m fine. He didn’t get any toes.” Jessie looked up at the man. “He just surprised me.” She couldn’t place where she had seen the older man. He reminded her of someone. Nick. Everyone these days brought back thoughts of him. Similar build, nothing more. “I thought he might have gotten you. He nearly ran me over last week. That kid is a terror. You should report it to the police, make them do their job.” “No, I’m fine. There’s no need to get the police involved. I didn’t get a look at the skater anyway.” Jessie looked around, hoping the kid got away. “I did. It’s one of those new brats. I think they’re living out at the old Bloom homestead.” “No harm done.” This man wasn’t anything like her Nick. His eyes were cold. “Okay. If you change your mind…?” The man sounded disappointed. Slightly annoyed, she said, “Got to go.” Jessie glanced at her watch. “Thanks for your concern.” Checking the street for traffic and seeing it was clear, she ran across. The bells chimed when she opened the door and walked in. Jessie slowed once inside the store to allow her eyes to adjust and checked to see if the old man had followed. He moved down the street and into the movie rental place. She exhaled and took a deep cleansing breath. The aroma of roasting coffee greeted her. The bookstore had small 14

Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner tables scattered within, inviting people to stay, drink and indulge in reading. The café was unusually crowded. She relaxed and walked toward her sister and a quiet afternoon cup of tea. Amanda made her dream come true. Many a night they shared secrets about the future and their hopes to find love. Neither of them understood how being successful would have them begging for more of a normal life. Jessie stopped her trip down that old road. Nothing would change, even if she wanted it to. Nor did the quiet cup of tea happen. Amanda was short-staffed and needed her help. From published author to book clerk in an afternoon. Nancy would love how she was replenishing her creative well. The crush of late season island tourists made the afternoon fly. After the rush, she and Amanda managed to find a quiet corner near the middle of the store. Amanda’s office would have been the best place for a discussion, but with the store being short-staffed, they opted to sit there. No one could approach within hearing range, so this was better than nothing. “So let me get this straight. You and your friend, no, your potential new publisher, engaged in foreplay?” Amanda stirred her tea. The spoon hitting the ceramic cup began to bother Jess. “He’s not exactly my publisher. He owns the company that owns the publishing house.” Jess looked at her sister and then continued, “Verbal foreplay.” “You had an opportunity to find out if he saw you as something more than a writer?” “I—” she waited for a moment. “Yeah.” “What in the hell were you thinking?” Amanda tried to contain her laughter. “I hoped you of all people would understand about not mixing business with pleasure. That you would say, ‘I’m proud of you, Jess, because you walked away without causing any problems.’ The look on Amanda’s face didn’t help ease the feeling of nervousness. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I couldn’t remember my own name for a couple of seconds after being in the room with him.” Jess hoped the hot tea accounted for her sudden spike in temperature and not thoughts of Nick. She couldn’t go more than a few minutes without thinking about what they could have done to each other. She tried to go for longer periods of time, but something always triggered a memory of what might have been. A smell, a 15

Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner sound, or hell, her intense longing to see him again. She wished she could think of him as her friend again, not a potential lover. If she would admit the truth, when they first met at a dinner party thrown by her ex-lover, his intensity intrigued and frightened her. Amanda looked at Jess. “It scared you?” Jess saw the concern sweep across her sister’s face. “You think.” Jess played with the untouched pastry on the plate. “Why are you here rather than exploring what you two have in common?” “I’m here to think. Fill my emotional well.” Jess took a bite of the pastry. Her dry mouth didn’t make it easy to eat. “Nancy suggested it.” “Leave the psychobabble at home.” Amanda sipped her drink. Jess gulped some water to ease the choking sensation. “Nick reminds me of the characters I write about in the mer-books. Tall, fine and intense.” “So, you’re older, hopefully wiser and ready to have a torrid relationship.” “You’re reading historical again, aren’t you?” Jess teased her sister. “Yeah, how could you tell?” Amanda grinned. “I don’t hear most people use the word ‘torrid’ in regular conversation. You are so different and wonderful all at the same time.” Amanda snorted her laugh. One look at her and Jess lost it. Laughter drifted throughout the bookshelves and lingered in the air. “So, back to the real reason you’re here. You ready to play grownup?” Amanda wiped away her tears. “Yes, but then again, no.” Jess took a deep breath. “Goner.” The smile Amanda gave her seemed bittersweet. “I am not.” “Baby, when he left rather than take advantage of you, he got your mind thinking. A man who gets your mind engaged is worth the effort.” “If we were going to be so good with each other, why didn’t he stay? And why didn’t he come looking for me?” “You need the answer to those questions. And I think you may have the answer to one of them.” Amanda turned her head toward the door. “What did you say he looked like?” 16

Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner “Tall, about six-foot two. Two–forty, all muscle, blue-gray eyes, long ebony hair pulled back that hits about mid back, angular face and very intense looking. Why?” “I think he’s here.” Amanda cautiously tilted her head toward the door. Jess turned in the direction she indicated. Her gaze met his. She managed to suck air into her lungs before they exploded. “Nick,” she whispered. She heard a soft chuckle from her sister. “I expect to be your maid of honor.” Amanda got up from the chair. “It’s a good case of lust.” “Yeah, tell me anything. Your man is heading in this direction.” Jessie turned toward Amanda and hissed between her teeth. “He’s not my man.” “Then, if I don’t belong to you—” Nick removed his sunglasses. “Can I have your friend?” His rich sounding voice caressed Jess. He was better than she’d remembered. Everything in her body melted. Amanda laughed. “I think you’ve met your equal, Jess.” She extended her hand toward the man. “I’m Amanda, Jess’ younger sister.” “I’m Nick Sirius. It’s a pleasure. So, tell me, what’s the secret to keeping your sister from disappearing without a word?” “I think this is where I leave to help Ben with the orders.” Amanda picked up the tea cups and saucers and turned to walk away. “Chicken.” Jess snapped at her sister. “Nick, I hope to see you around.” Amanda drifted off toward the cash register. “Jess, what should I do about you?” He sat in the seat vacated by Amanda and looked at her. She moved her chair away from him. “How did you find me?” “I can’t reveal my sources.” He tucked the eyewear into his shirt pocket. His smile sent warm sensations through her body. “I never had to deal with—” “Intense physical attraction.” Nick raised an eyebrow. She hoped her face didn’t register her surprise and anticipation and that he didn’t see the fine sheen of sweat she felt on her forehead. “I don’t do one night stands.” He took her hand in his. “I didn’t think—” 17

Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner “For a writer, you spend a lot of your time not thinking.” Fingers from his free hand brushed her captured palm. “Nick.” She inhaled and was rewarded with the scent of him, male mixed with a hint of mint. “Friends and lovers tease each other.” His soft voice hinted at things to come. “Friends…is that what we’re going to be?” She’d stopped thinking of him as a friend since the night of the party. She hoped, no, wanted more. “Until I can convince you of something more.” “I’m not sure.” She nodded toward her hand. “You can let go.” “I don’t think so, Jess. You might disappear.” He stared at her. A smile lurked at the corner of his mouth. “Oh.” “I shouldn’t have left without talking to you.” He moved closer, and their knees touched. “We’re having a conversation now.” She tried to remove her hand from his. “That’s not the type of talking I mean. I figure it would take us a couple of hours to get all the kissing I need to do out of the way.” Leaning forward, he touched his mouth to hers. His lips caressed hers, and he whispered, “Then maybe I’ll have some control.” “Okay, you two. Time to either get a room or separate,” Amanda teased as she walked near. Maybe they’d do just that.

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Chapter Four Moonlight shimmered over the cove and up onto the deck. Jess stared out, looking for answers to the dilemma Nick presented. Her life was simpler before she met him. Peter had wanted to help her career get a better start. He wasn’t going to marry just any old writer; his wife was going to be a New York Times Best Seller. The dinner party was a success. She had a new publisher, or at least a chance at one. And Peter found out he didn’t want her. Funny how life didn’t go the way you planned. The screened door opened, and her sister stepped out, interrupting her line of thinking. “I never get enough of this view. It always reminds me of the good old days. The running up and down the beach naked. Well, not naked, half-naked if you count the diaper.” Jessica couldn’t suppress her laugh. “You’re nuts.” “Why are you here rather than having fun with Nick?” Amanda sat down in the empty deckchair. “I came here to rest and relax. I’m not looking for male entertainment.” Jess had a hard time believing it herself. She burst out laughing when she saw the expression on her sister’s face. “Seriously, I’m out of my league with him. Besides, he’s almost my boss.” “Do you report directly to him?” “No,” she shook her head. “Then Nick isn’t your boss. I watched him today. If he could have gotten away with it, you were going to be his coffee and dessert. He wanted to eat you up.” Amanda took a sip of water from the glass on the table. “Why don’t you give him a call and go out? You know this place never shuts down, even during off-season. Go out with him. See how he acts, you might find out he’s fun and enjoyable.” “You’re beginning to sound like Nancy. Nick’s this intense person who’s going to cause me some problems.” “And you have written intelligence stating he’s been sent here to cause you problems and make your life miserable.” “No, I don’t.”

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Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner “Oh, you’re using psychic powers and found out he’s a merman and your love is destined for failure. Life is full of chances. Go and have a good time with him. Make the call.” “If I make the call, will you leave well enough alone?” “I make no promises. “Hand me the phone.” **** “I can’t believe you talked me into wearing this dress. A simple sweater and shorts would have been fine.” “This is not about being fine. We’re out to make the man swallow his tongue. Oops, not swallow his tongue.” “Amanda.” Rolling her eyes, Jess glared at her sister. “Can’t blame me for suggesting.” The sound of a car door closing reached their ears. “I’ll grab the door. You wait a few minutes and make an entrance.” Amanda headed toward the front door. “Mandy, I don’t need to—” “He knows you’re this fantastic writer. I want him to realize what a beautiful woman he’s getting to know.” Knowing she wouldn’t win, she blew out a breath and conceded, “Okay, I’ll make an entrance.” A few moments later, Jess heard her sister opening the door and talking to Nick. “So Nick, you have any problems finding the place.” Amanda asked. Their voices faded in and out. Jess took one more look in the mirror. The soft yellow sundress hugged all her curves, and the black strappy sandals emphasized her long legs. Her sister might be right, this time. Make the man forget his name, she thought as she went to the living room. “No. The directions were—” “Hi, Nick.” The look on his face was worth the extra effort. “Whatever I was thinking fell to the floor and shattered into a million pieces.” His gaze trailed the length of her body, paying close attention to the curve of her hips and the swell of her breast. “Thanks for the compliment. So are you ready,” she paused, “to go out on the town.” “Yeah,” he stuttered. “Night, Amanda.” He didn’t take his eyes off Jessie.

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Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner Jessie led him out of the house and down the driveway. The street lamps were dull compared to the waxing moon. They walked toward his car. “Jess,” he said, stopping a few feet from the car. “Yes.” She turned to face Nick. “You don’t play fair.” He moved closer and pulled her into his embrace. Tendrils of light entangled her black hair, making it appear to flow as if captured by the currents. Her caramel skin glowed, and her smile reminded him of pearls. Her lips were the color of deep-red coral. Nick took a deep breath and waited for the next wave to hit. “I think I might like you, Nick.” Her voice sounded sexy and inviting. “You might?” He smiled at this surprising creature. She stood on the tips of her toes. “Yeah, but I need to be sure. I want—no, need to spend some time getting to know you. I want to know everything about you,” she whispered in his ear. The undertow captured him and pulled him further out to sea. “I like the way you think.” “First, I want to go dancing, so I can show you off.” She twirled out of his arms and moved toward the vehicle. Is she wearing anything under that dress? Sharks! “And if I tell you I don’t know how to dance?” “Then we’ll make everyone wish they could be us by dancing to all the slow songs.” Cockle shells. **** Nick couldn’t remember having this much fun with humans before. The night passed in a blur. The club was packed, and real dancing wasn’t possible. Jumping, bumping and bouncing to the music didn’t help. It reminded him of the play-courting mers did with each other. This courtship on land seemed too intense. Too true. Too much. Nick watched as Jess returned from talking with a group of her friends near the bar. He noticed how the moonlight found her everywhere. It appeared to surround her and dim everyone else. Music changed from the fast tempo to the slow rhythm of the waves lapping at the beach. Shrimp shit. He blinked, and Jess didn’t come back into focus. Her hair appeared to float. Instead of wearing the yellow dress, she seemed to be suspended in water and have a beautiful tail, glimmering with all the colors of the sea. Blue. Green. Purple. Jess’ bikini top, woven from sea grass and sparkling shells, called out to be touched. Her fin 21

Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner and beautiful webbed fingers beckoned him to come and join her. Lost in the image, he didn’t realize she was standing next to him. “Nick, are you okay?” She placed her hand on his arm. He shook his head to clear it. Eels. She looked human again. “I’m fine.” His mouth brushed hers. “Are you ready to go?” “There’s this great all-night diner that serves these great clam strip sandwiches. Most of the late crowd is just getting out and…” Her voice trailed off as she stared into his eyes. “Are you really doing okay? You look strange, like your color is not right.” “I’m fine, Jess. I want to spend more time getting to know you better. If you’ve changed your mind about us, that’s fine.” “I haven’t changed my mind, Nick. I’ve wanted to get to know you since the night of the party.” “Let’s go.” His voice sounded husky and full of need. “Where?” She looked at him. Her gaze told him everything he needed to know. “My place.” The drive took less than five minutes but felt like a lifetime. Nick kept looking at Jess. Did he really see her as a mer? Was this a possible effect of the human flu? She glowed like a mermaid in the first stages of courtship. “So, do you think we’ll get snow tonight?” he said as they pulled up in front the house. She laughed, and her smile sent shivers down his spine. He struggled against the urge to drag her into the ocean, transform and mate with her. His gills began to emerge from under his skin. Nick swallowed and struggled to control his desire to convert. He got out of the car, rushed to her side and opened the door. The sea shouted promises of a forever mating, taunting and teasing of things he knew couldn’t be true. “So how do you like the Whitlock place?” She got out of the auto and moved toward him. “Larger than I need. It was the only thing I could find at such short notice. It’s meant for a large family. I keep getting lost.” He rambled like a love struck dolphin. Nick took her hand. Electricity shot up his spine and threatened to break his control. The cool air rushed into his lungs. It didn’t help to chill his already heated blood. He ignored the ocean’s call. Ignored the need to rip her clothes off, then his and rush headlong into the sea. Ignored the need to feel his body against hers in the warmth of the water. They headed up the steps to the house. 22

Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner “I love these old places, they’re full of great stories.” Her voice carried a touch of nervousness. “We can stay on the front porch all night and watch the moon, or we can go in.” He pulled her into his arms and dropped his mouth to hers for a quick kiss. “What do you want?” His heart pounded, drummed in his ears. The rush of the sea echoed in his head, demanding him to bring her home. “Let’s go in.” Jess’ voice promised more than he could imagine. “So, do you want the five cent tour?” He took steadying breaths. The smell, the taste of Jess still lingering on his lips, sent his mind spinning. “Sure.” She smiled. Nick opened the door to the mansion. An elaborate mosaic floor covered the entranceway and foyer. A mahogany staircase hugged the curved walls. “If you look carefully, you can make out the merfolk in the floor. I was told that the former owner had children that were fascinated by mer people.” “It’s absolutely beautiful,” Jess said in awe. “Yes, it is.” His voice sounded rough. She caught him gazing at her rather than the floor. Warmth traveled from her toes to her head. She looked around and noticed more sea life fixtures. Jess moved away from him. “I’ve got a painting to show you,” “Oh, I see. An etching?” “Come on, Jess, that would be too lame, even for me.” He moved toward the back of the house. They moved quickly through the house to a room near the beach. Huge windows graced two of the four walls; a life size painting leaned against the other. The watercolor captured her attention. The sea scene contained two mers, one male and the other female, entwined in each other’s arms. Rich blue hues, intermingled with touches of yellow, red, purple, green and brown, focused attention on the pair. It was impossible to tell where one began and the other ended. One of the male’s arms was wrapped around the female’s waist while the other cradled her head. The mermaid’s hands clutched his shoulders to keep from being swept away. Their tails were entangled, and his fin encompassed her. Floating hair hid their expressions, but Jess could imagine that they were nothing but pure pleasure. 23

Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner She moved closer to examine the picture. It was how she’d envisioned her mer people. Sensual, passionate and intense. “What do you think?” “I’m amazed.” She turned to look at Nick. “Was this here when you rented the house?” “No, it’s a gift. When I returned this afternoon, it was waiting for me. My brother thought I would like it.” “What’s the title?” “A Mer Wedding,” he grunted. Upon closer examination, other mer were in the background along with small colorful fish, and the female wore a shell circlet with tiny pearl streamers. And discarded on the ocean floor at the edge of the canvas was a bouquet of sea flowers. It was a wedding. “I didn’t see the other detail at first. It does look like a wedding scene. You don’t sound too happy about the picture.” “I like the painting. Heath is a fantastic artist. It’s a present from him and my Mom.” She laughed. Jess started to say something, but the look on Nick’s face, horror, caused it to bubble out. “You think this is funny? I have this matchmaking mom that I’ll give to you. She’s yours.” “Nick, I’d gladly take her.” She looked back toward the picture. “So, does you brother have any other mer work?” she said, with laughter in her voice. Nick moved behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, her back pressing tightly against his hard body. She turned in his arms and hugged him. “This has been an amazing day.” Jess looked into his eyes, and time slowed. She allowed herself to be held by his dark stare. She stepped closer and heard his breath catch. The thought that she stirred his blood feeding her newfound boldness. She tiptoed and placed a brief kiss on his lips. His hands moved to capture her face. Nick placed soft languid kisses along the edge of her mouth, driving her crazy. He deepened the kiss, and she opened to him. Their tongues danced, and they struggled for control. His passion fueled hers and sent her higher. He groaned as his hands moved to her waist. She moved her hips against his arousal. Electricity rolled through her body, sending pleasure from her toes to her head. She spread her fingers over his chest. Nick’s heartbeat matched hers, wild and erratic. 24

Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner Nick broke the kiss. He swept her up into his arms and carried her to the sofa in the center of the room. He laid her down on the couch and gazed at her, swollen lips parted, nipples pushing against her dress. He lowered himself between her legs and wedged against her heat. A moan escaped his lips. She felt warm to his touch. Her moans made his groin tighten with need. She squirmed to get closer. He rocked to give her what her body asked. His fingers sought the edge of her dress and tugged it up. He stroked his fingers across her wet panties, seeking her hot center and pulling a moan from her throat in response. He felt her pulse race as he nipped at the base of her neck. The unique smell of sea and pure woman called him. Jess placed little kisses along his jaw, whispering, “I want to be naked and screaming your name in the next five minutes.” She stroked her hand across his chest and down to his crotch. He growled as she brushed his rock hard erection. “I think we can manage the naked in five, but the screaming will last longer.” His hands stroked her heated clitoris. She sighed and arched into his touch, “Promises, promises.” He kissed her, the silken material moving against her as his hands danced slow circles on her pleasure point. She rocked back and forth trying to hurry him along. The friction sent shivers up her back. His fingers sought her warmth and stroked her clit. She arched into his hand, heat spreading through her body as she felt the beginnings of her orgasm. Jess broke off the kiss. “I can’t think.” “Good.” Nick drew the straps of her dress down with his teeth. Her taut nipples begged to be licked. He slid his hands across her collarbone and down to cup her breasts, pinching her nipple between thumb and forefinger. He bent and took one pebble into his mouth while his hand teased the other. Jess’ pleasure spiked, and her body begged for release. Nick continued the onslaught with his tongue. The other breast demanded attention, and he lavished it with the same amount as the other. “Please,” she whimpered. Nick kissed a path between her breasts, over her belly and down to her woman’s core. Sensations tingled at his touch. Her legs fell slack to the sides. He nipped and licked her though the soaked panties before ripping them off and lapping at the edges of her labia. Jess squirmed, encouraging him to lick her center. 25

Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner His tongue circled her slit then he blew out air to cool it. Sensations built in the back of her eyes, and light began to dance. Nick eased two fingers into her core and sucked her clit into his mouth. Heat slammed through her body. She pushed and rotated her hips against his lips. Lights exploded behind her eyelids in a swirl of colors as her screams permeated the room. He kneeled back to admire his artwork. Jessie lay on the divan with her clothes bunched around her. The moon caressed her, loved her like he did. She opened her eyes and watched him. He pulled his shirt off and dropped it to the floor then removed his pants and underwear. He stood still and allowed her to look her fill before placing a condom on his erection. She reached out her arms to him. Nick placed her legs over his arms and nestled his tip at her warm core. Not taking his gaze from hers, he eased into her channel. Jess gasped at the feel of him sliding into her body. A storm of intense feelings brewed. Her body hummed. Her heart pounded. Her blood coursed. She closed her eyes. He pulled back. “Look at me, Jess.” His voice strained. “I want you to see what you do to me.” She looked, and his eyes drew her into an ocean of colors and jumbled emotions. He thrust slowly and slid all the way to her cervix. She moved, trying to relieve the hunger he ignited. His hand clamped down on her hips to hold her against him. Heat radiated from her woman’s core and spread throughout her body as an orgasm roared through her, her chest seizing for a second before she screamed her release. He leaned over and shifted, burying himself deeper into her heat, licking the salt from the side of her neck and planting kisses along her jaw. “More than five minutes.” He slid out and back in. Her sheath contracted and stroked him as he pleasured her. She ran her hands over his warm wet skin. His nipples puckered with pleasure. She bent forward and licked them, drawing a moan from him. Nick rocked his pelvis against her clitoris. He pulled out. She blew air across his pebbles. She pinched both of his nipples. He plunged. Another orgasm built and rushed through her, stealing the air from her lungs and dragging Nick with her into release. 26

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Chapter Five Jessie managed to leave the house before Nick awakened. She breathed a sigh of relief when she arrived home and found Amanda was already at the store. After a quick shower and something to eat, she allowed herself time to think about what happened last night. She blushed, thinking about Nick’s creativity in and out of bed. Every time she thought she could catch her breath, he’d take it away again. Even if this turned out to be a weekend fling, she would never forget him. The cotton top rubbed across her sensitive nipples. Thoughts of how he licked and teased them last night caused her to ache with need all over again. She never knew what it felt to be a femme fatale until she saw the look in his eyes. It was more than lust. The warmth there made her shiver. The heat in it made her pause. And the thought he might have wanted more made her run. She could handle losing a man, but she couldn’t handle falling in love with someone like Nick. She and the ocean were of like mind. Intense and brooding. She walked down to the water’s edge and found some comfort in standing in the water. After a little bit, she headed back toward his place. Jessie left to avoid the next morning regrets, now she wondered if staying would have been better. She turned to head back down the beach. **** “So, I should expect you to run away all the time?” “Nick, I didn’t want you to think I expected more than what we had.” “You’re sounding like bad soap opera.” He reached for her hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it. “You’re not good for my ego. If you wanted to leave so soon, I need to work on my technique.” He stared at her. “You’re fishing for compliments.” She smiled, and looked out at the ocean to avoid his intense gaze. “Trust me. There’s nothing wrong with your technique.” He smirked. “Let’s go for a walk.” Nick laced his hand with hers and moved down the beach. 27

Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner Sometime later, Jessie found her boldness and asked, “Okay, Nick. Why are we here?” “We’re two people enjoying the beach and each other.” She couldn’t read his expression. “Why are we walking this way?” “We’re here enjoying each other’s company,” he repeated. “We’re getting to know each other. And I’m going to tell you something I’ve never told anyone else.” His voice sounded serious. “I’m a merman.” “Sure, and my uncle is the tooth fairy. His name is Sal and he’s about two-foot six and really round. His size makes it hard to get into tight places.” She paused, laughed and then looked into his eyes. “You’re serious. How long have you been in therapy for this delusion?” She searched the small cove for other people. “Mental illness is not common in the mer race. We have no mental conditions to worry about.” “Any medical conditions? What am I saying? I don’t believe you anyway. You’re a businessman who’s suffering from being over worked. Job burnout can do this. All you need is a vacation.” Jess worked to keep the hysteria out of her voice. “Jess?” Nick reached out to touch her. Jess stumbled as she scrambled out of his range. “Let’s concentrate on the problem at hand, your mer race issue. I’ve never slept with a different species so you have to forgive me if I get things wrong.” The silence said it all; he did believe in the merman thing. Where are other people when you need them? So much for having to worry about him breaking my heart. He’s a nutcase. A violent storm tumbled in her stomach. She wiped her wet palms on her shorts. “I protect the wild sea creatures from human contact.” “What are you doing?” Jessie shouted. She couldn’t understand why he was saying such things. If he’d wanted to break it off, say it. Get it over with. Don’t act crazy. She was a big girl and could take it. Had too. “The only thing I know.” He yanked off his shoes. “I’m going to show you.” Pulled off his shirt. “Do you trust me, Jess?” Un-buttoned his shorts. “Huh?” she said, her voice brittle. “Last night was a mis—” “What about us?” “There is no us.” She spat out the words. 28

Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner “What does your heart tell you about us?” His gaze met hers and held it. “I don’t know.” Jess thought for a few moments and realized she did know him. The fear left her. “You trusted me enough to make love to you. Do you think I would hurt you?” He looked into her eyes, allowing all of his emotions to show. Jess couldn’t deny Nick anything. Nick’s gaze never left hers as he continued to undress. He let out his breath in relief. She might not believe in him completely, but he knew Jess wanted to know. Air rushed into her lungs once Nick turned and headed into the water. His body didn’t match his delusions, broad well-developed shoulders tapering to a narrow waist accented with a firm butt and legs. A small mermaid tattoo was on his left shoulder. Each muscle moved in unison. When the ocean reached mid-thigh, Nick dove into the surf. Powerful arms broke the surface and carried him to the calm deep portion. He turned, waved and went under again. Jess moved back and forth at the water’s edge, trying to catch a glimpse of him. A light shimmered, and large bubbles burst on the surface. “Nick,” she screamed. Panic rose in Jess, and she stripped off her shoes, shirt and shorts and ran into the ocean. She reached the point where he disappeared and looked. Nothing. She swam closer to the shore. Still nothing. Jess turned back to sea then she saw something below the surface. It had to be a man with a costume. “Nick, you’re going to wish you were fish bait after I’m finished with you.” “Is that a promise, Jess?” He broke the surface, and his arms encircled her waist. “Let go of me,” she said through clenched teeth. She wiggled, trying to break his hold. “How can you swim in that costume?” “Look at me,” his voiced demanded. She blinked and looked. This couldn’t be rigged. The man had a glimmering tail. “You’re a—you’re a mer—you’re a merman?” she stammered. Her voice laced with awe. “Holy mackerel.” Nick found it amusing how unusually quiet Jess became after the initial shock wore off. “Sea-heart, touch me please?” “What did you say?” She talked to his chest. “Touch me. I want you to know this isn’t a trick of some kind.” 29

Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner “I believe you. Can you let me go so I can get out of the ocean?” She couldn’t break his hold. His strength was amazing. “Only if you caress me.” He lifted her chin so he could search her eyes for signs of fear. “I am feeling you. Your chest is warm, muscular and broader than I remember. You can tread water longer and better than me. So I guess that makes you a great merman.” “Run your fingers across my scales,” he asked. “It will hurt. Besides, people might come by and see us. Aren’t you afraid of people finding out that you really exist?” She looked into his eyes. They were different than last night. They had an opaque covering that slid back to reveal eyes the color of an angry ocean. “No human can enter the cove.” His arm wrapped around her tighter. “But I’m human.” “You came with me. I can stay like this for hours, Jess. All you have to do is touch my scales.” With his free hand, he moved the wet hair from her face. “I’m touching your scales.” She looked up into his eyes. “With your hands. I want you to rub your hands on my lower body’s covering, please.” She hesitated then obliged. “They’re soft. It feels like silk. This isn’t what I imagined.” And then she let loose. Everything she’d written about, read about, thought about, was standing right in front of her. When she wrote her stories about merfolk, it was make-believe, but deep down something told her there was something else. Something real. “Are all the mermen like you? Does everyone have colorful scales that are soft? What about the mermaids? What are they like?” She threw questions at him like rocket fire. “Do you marry for life? Do you have families? What about children? What do you eat? What do merfolk do to earn a living? What do mermaids wear?” Nick chuckled. “Slow down, Jess. We have more than enough time to answer most of your questions.” He slipped a tiny shell necklace over her head. “What’s this?” She fingered the delicate pieces. “It’ll allow you to experience life as a mer.” “I don’t feel any different.” “Then the beautiful tail you’re wearing must be fake.” 30

Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner Hesitating, she glanced down. “Amazing.” Her lower body matched his. Delicate shells decorated a sea grass bikini top. “Last one to the coral reef is slower than a sea turtle,” he said, swimming toward open water. “No fair,” Jess shouted. “I don’t know how to use my fin. And I don’t know my way around.” “Don’t worry, you’ll learn.” He splashed water with his tail before racing off. The game of tag and hide and go seek made the time pass. Jess gave up figuring how far they traveled to the barrier. The submerged island teemed with all types of wild life. Eels, sunfish, other creatures and sounds she couldn’t identify swamped her senses. “OOOOOHHHHHSSSSSSSS” She swam into Nick’s arms. “What was that?” She took advantage of the opportunity to rub against him as a mer. She noticed his body began to glow, and then it stopped. “Let’s go see.” Holding hands, they swam toward the noise. In a kelp field beyond the reef were young mers and baby whales. Squeaks and laughter resonated throughout the play area. A mother orca swam overhead watching her young calf. Mer parents swam along the edges, watching for danger. It reminded her of the park she played in as a child. “This is amazing. I don’t know what to say.” Jess waved her hand in the direction of the children. Her face couldn’t contain the excitement and joy of the experience. She spun in a circle, and said, “I’m so happy. This is really a special day. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve this. All I can say is thank you for giving me this day.” Guilt ate at his mind. “Come on, there’s one more place I want to show you. It won’t take long.” Around the bend from the children’s play area were bubbles of different sizes streaming upward to the surface. Tiny ones survived long enough to pop once they climbed to the upper reaches. “Wow.” Jess glanced at him sideways. The frown from earlier was gone, replaced with a look of joy. “You swim fast and deep into the bubbles then you let it push you upward. I’ve never ridden it without getting turned upside down.” His words rushed out like bubbles. “Are you ready for a ride?” He hoped she understood the hidden meaning. 31

Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner She nodded, and they both swam into fun. “Can we go again,” she asked. She lost count of how many times they had gone on the bubble coaster. “It’s late, Jess, and we need to get back.” He moved closer to her. “Okay, but I want it known that I leave in protest.” She offered him her hand. He took it, and they drifted to the surface. “Nick, you don’t know how much this means to me. It was perfect.” “Why do I hear an ‘except’ about to be used?” “You’re right.” She turned toward him, placed her hands on his shoulders and kissed him. She released all her pent-up emotions. Her hands slid up his chest and around his neck. His passionate response fueled her hunger. He tasted of the sea and a hint of wild mint. Her upper body rubbed against his, and his tail wrapped around hers. They flipped, dove, spun and each kiss dragged them further down into the ocean. Kelp fields served as their bed. “I need to be inside you,” he murmured against her lips. His erection brushed her belly. “I want you to know how it feels to make love as a mer, to be my mate.” The words tumbled from his mouth. Jess’ ardor burned him. Nick trembled. He would be her first and only mer. It humbled him. He nuzzled her through her fine hair, encouraging her to open for him. Her scales parted to reveal a pretty pink nub surrounded by iridescent skin and the slit beneath. He teased her by blowing water across her clit. Her gills struggled to pull in enough oxygen, and she shivered, on the edge of a climax. “I need to taste you,” Nick murmured against Jess’ abdomen. He moved down her body. Her sea-rose flavor drifted over his gills, into his nose and across his tongue. Nick parted her delicate nether lips and lapped at her bud. As his hands moved through her scales, he felt her shaking. He grabbed her hips and drew her closer. “Nick,” Jess whimpered. She rocked against his mouth, demanding he satiate her need. He slid one finger into her opening and pulled her clit deeper into his mouth. Her satiny folds clenched around his finger as it moved in and out. “More,” she begged. Her tail wrapped around his waist, and her fin brushed across his nipples and then his cock, matching the rhythm of his tongue. 32

Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner He forced more water through his gills to gain some control. Holy Neptune. Jess found his mer passion points. He inserted a second finger and rubbed her inner walls. He lapped and sucked, drinking down her cream. Sensation shot through her with every stroke of his tongue. She rocked her hips against his mouth. Her hands grabbed his hair. Jess’ stomach tensed, and she stiffened. “Ohhhh.” She arched her back as an orgasm slammed into her. Feminine juice filled his mouth, and as he continued to lick her, her tail slipped from his body to float limply. He kissed her skin above the ‘v’ formed by her scales and moved up. He reached for the sea grass encasing her breasts, broke the fastener and palmed her, massaging the bronze globes and teasing the buds until they were taut. Jess’ hands went to the back of Nick’s head to encourage him to taste. The warmth of his mouth as he sucked first the right then the left nipple made her ache. Lightning flashed behind her eyes with each pull of his mouth. Electric sensations coiled in her belly, ready to explode. She rejoiced in the moment, the feel of his mer form against hers. Warmth poured from him and into her as she ran her hand over his chest. His flat male nipples pebbled under her touch. Nick’s erection caressed her clit and rested against the silken opening. “Open your eyes, sea-heart,” he whispered in her ear. “Gift me with your passion.” He eased the tip of his shaft into her. Jess’ eyes fluttered open. The opaque lids didn’t hide her desire. She pulled his head down to kiss his mouth. As their tongues tangled, Nick impaled himself to the hilt. Her warmth wrapped his cock in its embrace and pulled him in further. Nick broke to kiss and gritted his teeth as he pulled out and sank into her tight folds over and over again. He slid in and out. Each time her woman’s center welcomed him, waves of pleasure threatened to throw them both over the edge. “Nick,” Jess gasped. Her hips matched the rhythm of his thrusts. Their hair mingled around them wildly as they twirled and tumbled together. Mating perfume diffused into the water from the edge of their scales. She was the one, his true sea-heart. Songs from the sea creatures created a harmonious sound that synchronized with their hearts. Nick knew her need and gave her what she craved. Mine, roared through Nick’s head. Mine, only me. 33

Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner Jess’ nails raked across his chest, branding him as hers. He fought for control. He didn’t want to leave her hot silken embrace. Skin to skin, scales to scales, they rolled as the wave of pleasure pushed them tumbling further into the seaweed. The beginning of her climax sent Nick over the edge, yelling Jess’ name as his seed triggered the last of their bonding. Jess was Nick, and they were one. The intensity of the shared bond swamped her gills and sent a wave of darkness to her brain.

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Chapter Six Jessie awakened in her own bed to the sound of the sea. Fading sunlight danced on the wall. She couldn’t remember how she got home. Did she dream about her adventures under the ocean with Nick? There was no way it could happen, she thought. As she pulled back the covers, a necklace shifted on her chest. Her fingers touched the delicate shells, and she knew. A few moments later, Jess ran down the beach in search of Nick. **** “So is it done yet?” Devin sat on the beach. “Don’t you pay any attention to the warnings about the sun?” Nick quipped. “Nope. I used the seaweed gel. Guaranteed to protect you even in the worst light conditions, for use in countries near or close to the equator. I’m safe. When will you be ready to go home?” “No time soon.” “You haven’t wiped her mind yet.” Nick knew his glare didn’t have any effect on Devin. Nothing bothered him. This job should be easy. I wipe and keep the whole mer-race safe. Why can’t I wipe this one human’s mind? That’s the problem. Jess is not just any human. She’s different, and it’s not good. She’s mine. “Neptune’s favorite enforcer got no clue how to do the job. I can see why it’s tough. She’s a nice looking one. Black curls, deep brown eyes, body not bad either. Now, her assets may be worth getting Neptune pissed—” Devin got up and faced Nick. “Stay away from her.” Nick didn’t rein in his anger. “Just sleep with her and get it over.” Devin demanded. “Shit, you’re in trouble this time.” He motioned to a point not far from where they stood. Nick turned, and there stood Jess. She stared at him, turned and ran away from him. Jess never knew terror until she heard what they planned for her. Nick was sent to wipe her mind. He didn’t like her, sleeping with her was a ploy. She had managed to hand herself to him on a platter. Running in the wet sand proved to be a problem. It slowed her down. 35

Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner Jess turned to see Nick gaining on her. She couldn’t let it happen. Sucking in air, she tried to put on a burst of speed. She was no match for a non-human. She felt his breath on her neck. She dodged to the left. He made a grab to catch her. Jess moved to her right then back left. He tackled her, and they went down hard. “No, I won’t let you wipe me.” Jess beat him on his shoulders and tried to kick free. “Let me go.” She continued to struggle. “Jess, listen to me,” Nick begged. “Get off of me, you lied.” She managed to break free and sprinted down the beach again. He caught her again, rolled her onto her back and held onto her until she wore herself out. She cried, “Nick, I can’t go on without my stories. I have to write. If you take this away, I’m nothing.” She was everything he wanted in a mate. Why did she have to be human? Her sobs tore at his heart. “Jess, I can’t do it. I’m not doing the job, please listen to me.” She wailed. He looked at her and knew. “We’ll concentrate on the feelings between us, not what I was sent to do.” His hands slid up and captured her face between them. “Trust me to make this right, please.” She answered by kissing him with pent-up hunger. His thumbs rubbed her ears, and his lips brushed across hers. Slow. Seductive. Sensual. Lights moved across her brain, and a fuzzy haze engulfed it. Wild current traveled down her spine to her toes. He made her forget. His taste hinted of mint and something…Nick. Her honey taste flooded Nick’s senses and reminded him of sweet kelp. Pulses of energy trekked through his body. Jess’ whimpers encouraged him to pull her closer and deepen the kiss. Her woman’s scent of lavender caused his human form to demand completion. The noise of the sea rushed in his ears, and the blood moved to his groin. He pulled her closer and tightened his hold. Rough oceans stilled while he devoured her. Nick broke off the kiss. They got up, and he led her away into the star-filled night. They walked snuggled against each other in silence. She stopped and looked up into the sky. “The waxing moon is almost complete," she paused and then continued. "After we—” 36

Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner “Can’t say it, can you? I made love to you as a mer, Jess. We made love to each other.” “You left.” “What was I supposed to do? I had to pretend I wasn’t sent to remove some of your memories. I’ve found my sea-heart. My blood feels like the ocean in the winter, boiling rough and tumble. You don’t understand what this is doing to me. I have to give you up.” “I didn’t know.” “I will never be able to love like this again. Touch another female human or mer and have it feel this intense. It wouldn’t be the same. You excite me. I can’t help myself around you.” “Do you have to wipe my mind? I can just stop writing the merbooks. I can—” “If I don’t wipe you. Some else will.” “Another enforcer?” “Yeah.” “How many more days do we have?” “The moon will be at the maximum height tomorrow night.” “Let’s go, Nick.” “Go where?” “Take me home. I need to make memories of me for you to keep.” **** Nick stared out into the ocean from the window. The beach will never be the same. Not after all they had done. If any merfolks were off the coast, they got an eye and earful. Some of the things they did even made him blush. No doubt the stingrays would have the story of how Mr. Marin’s favorite mind sweeper was caught playing with his target. So be it. Why now, of all times? She’s what I’ve asked for, Luna? But why couldn’t she be mer? He looked back at the sleeping form. Her hair cascaded around her shoulders and framed her sides to showcase her back. He remembered that a few nips along the spine followed by tongue licks and puffs of air drove her to an orgasm. And in the midst of her spiraling out of control, he buried himself deep within her womanly core. Her climax pulled at him, and the intensity took him by surprise. He started to move back to the bed, when he heard his name whispered through a Mermish wail. Checking to see that she was still sleep, Nick slipped out the glass door and down to the beach. He scanned the ocean, looking for the other enforcer. 37

Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner “It took you long enough.” Devin’s gruff tone matched his body language. “I’m a busy mer.” Nick shrugged his shoulders. “Is the human worth it?” Nick shot Devin a look that could kill. “That’s my concern, not yours.” “True.” “I know my job, Devin.” Nick didn’t hide his hostility. “Make sure it gets done. I don’t like cleaning up messes other people created.” Devin nodded toward the house. “I’ve finished everything I’ve started.” Devin headed toward the water and turned. “Oh yeah, Mr. Marin sends you his best. He asked me to let you know, if you don’t complete this job, you’re beached.” Devin dove into the water, his fin cutting the ocean’s surface. Nick strained to hear voices from the deep. The sounds and water always soothed and eased the pain of water separation. Tonight it mocked, teased and jeered at him. He made his way back up the beach. Moonlight dipped behind the clouds, emphasizing his mood. Dark. At the top of the house stairs, Nick turned and looked back. Footprints marked his lonely progression. He turned and opened the sliding-glass door and stepped into the room. “I’m not asleep.” She turned on the lamp next to the bed. “Are you okay?” Nick’s pulse raced. All thoughts of his problems disappeared. Soft illumination painted a picture that took his breath away. Her lips were swollen from his kisses. The sheet slipped to her lap, and her puckered nipples peaked from under her tresses, begging to be caressed and suckled. His gaze moved to her face, and the concern etched there caused him to pause. She worried about him. Humbling. The smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “I’m thinking that someone is playing seductress.” “I don’t play.” She rolled forward and moved toward him on her hands and knees. “I intend to seduce you.” She stopped and knelt at the edge of the bed. He removed his tee shirt and shucked his pants. He took a step closer. “Please.” “Please what?” “Hold me.” He sucked in his breath as she caressed his member. “Lick and suck me.” The noise of the sea rushed in his ears, and the 38

Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner blood moved to his groin. He pulled her closer. “I’ll give you everything I am and everything I could be, Jess.” Thoughts of her warm mouth sent shivers down his legs that rushed up his spine. He slid his hands into her hair to encourage her. She licked along the underneath of his penis. The vein throbbed as her lips rubbed across and licked the pre-cum from the slit. He hissed and rocked his hips forward. Rough oceans in his heart stilled. “Oh, yeah, just like that, Jess—” He threw back his head and sucked in air to gain his sanity. His life swam past his eyes. Her belly swollen with his child flashed across his brain. “I want to be inside you.” He pulled her up and kissed her. Their tongues dancing reminded him of the seahorses and how they danced with their mates. He broke the kiss and rested his head against hers. “My life is nothing without you. I give you my heart and my breath.” He kissed her and shifted to be between her legs. The look in hers eyes—he would always remember. The longing would forever be a part of his heart as well as the hurt. He pushed back the thoughts of no tomorrow and eased into the welcoming embrace of her womanhood and gave in to the feelings. **** Nick watched as the morning sun entered the room. Only a few hours left and he could go back to his life. Swim all day, check on the new whales and plot the next round of environmental endeavors his organization would work on. Work in Mr. Marin’s campaign. Maybe run for an ‘other’ world office. What a farce. Shit. His life would be boring and empty without Jessica York. He watched her sleep. She was human, but she had the heart of a mermaid. “Hi.” Jess stretched her arms. The sheet slid down her body. “Hey there.” Nick took a deep breath, and memories flooded his mind. There wasn’t anything she didn’t let him do last night. “How long have you been awake?” “Long enough.” He rubbed the back of his hand across her cheek. “Jess, can you do me a favor?” “Yeah, I guess. What is it?” “Leave. Get as far away from here as you can travel between now and tonight.” “What are you talking about? I thought—” Puzzlement laced her voice. “If you’re not here, it will buy you some time. You may even avoid losing your memories, if you do what I ask.” 39

Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner “Why are you doing this?” Panic etched her face. “I need to do this. Please, just do as I ask. Don’t take anything with you. Get dressed and leave.” “What about you?” “I have some unfinished business.” He turned and left the room.

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Chapter Seven Cruising down the highway away from the oceanfront, the wind pushed her hair around. Music blasting from the speakers didn’t ease the ache. Nick was trying to fight a battle that involved her, alone. No chance for discussion. No chance for an argument. No chance at taking him out of this mad scheme. The light on the gas tank flashed and interrupted her pity party. She pulled off the Interstate and rolled to a stop in a small gas station. She filled the tank and walked into the store. The air conditioning didn’t help calm her nerves nor the heat that followed her into the building. The wall coolers caught her attention, and she selected a bottle of water. There was Nick’s favorite drink, southern style ice tea. Tears played at the edges of her eyes and spilled over. “So you gonna’ let him do all the dirty work.” Jessica looked around. She didn’t see anyone. She grabbed the bottle of water and waited in line at the register. “So are you letting him fight for you alone?” She turned to find the voice. No one was behind her. People in the checkout line didn’t appear to hear. “Jessica, when does the running stop?” Panic sent goosebumps up her spine. “Lady, are you ready?” the cashier asked. She paid for the water and headed back to her vehicle. As she approached, the skateboarding kid was leaning against her car. “Who are you? Where did you come from? Better yet, how did you find me?” “It’s not hard. You smell like him. Didn’t Nick tell you anything? It’s just like my brother to leave out major details.” He stepped on the board and skated around her. “What are you talking about?” Jess glanced around for help, just in case he turned out to be a nut. She looked at the young man closer. He did resemble a younger version of Nick. Tall, skinny and muscles not fully developed. “He couldn’t wipe your mind. You’re his ocean, human,” the kid said. 41

Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner “Human. Of course, I’m human. That doesn’t have anything to do with you following me. What’s your name?” “You non-mers call me Heath. You’re his. You’re connected. I think you call it soul mates.” She slumped against the car door and shook her head. “There’s nothing anyone can do to you. Nick, on the other hand, is another story. Mr. Marin is going to pin his fins back, scale him. And that’s only if Nick lets him know where you are. So, Nick can make it easy or hard on himself. He can never live airside again. And he’ll remember you.” “He can’t tell them anything.” “So what ya going to do?” Heath picked up his skateboard and placed it in the car. “Let him suffer?” “The only thing I can do. Get in.” Jess opened the car door, got in and headed back. Nick needed her. **** “Are you sure you know where we’re going?” Jess demanded as Heath trekked her through the water. “Yeah.” Heath moved through the overgrowth with ease. “You’re sure, or you know where we’re going?” she repeated and slapped at a bug on her body. “Just yeah.” “Great, I’m riding around with a directionally challenged merman. I guess it’s the same for all males,” she quipped. “I resemble that remark,” he whispered. “The expression is resent that remark,” she snapped. “No, I said what I meant.” “The moon is almost at the high point. Where’s the cove?” The hysteria took hold of her. Please, don’t let us be to late. “There through the trees. Look to your left.” Heath pointed to a small trail. Light flashed between the thick foliage and distorted her vision. “I can’t see anything.” “His life depends on you,” he said off to her right shoulder. “Heath?” She closed her eyes to adjust to the darkness. When she turned around, he wasn’t there. “Did you get me lost so I couldn’t help Nick? You freshwater scum. Wait till I get my hands on your neck. We’ll see how much good those damn gills do you out of water.” 42

Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner “It’s nice of you to make this easy, Ms York,” another merman said. She turned to face the voice. “Where is Nick?” “We’ve been keeping him company while waiting for your arrival.” Devin stepped out of the shadows. She started to respond, but the shimmering crowd standing behind him stopped her for a moment. “I want to see Nick.” “You ask for much.” “It’s my right.” She worked to keep the fear at bay. “You have no rights.” “I have the same as any mated mer.” She heard the collective gasp from some of the others. Murmuring broke out in the different groups. “Take her to him.” Jessie gasped when her gaze settled on Nick. “He’s not so handsome now, is he? He’s given it all up for you. Funny, if he’d wiped your mind, the CEO position was his for the asking.” Jess ignored the crazed merman's ramblings. She scrambled into the shallow body of water and positioned Nick so it covered his side gills better. The beautiful colored fins lay scattered along the edges. She placed her hands on his chest. His skin felt sticky and cold. “Are we that bad that you would harm your own to save yourselves?” Tears streamed down her face. “You are an abomination and have worked hard to destroy all that mer holds sacred.” She heard the madness creep into Devin’s voice. “You think you’re better. I thought we humans were the only cruel ones. I’m again proven wrong.” She laughed sarcastically. “You find this funny, human.” “It’s funny. Nick defended your way of life.” Jess stroked his face. “He told me mer-folk were humane.” She cradled his head in her hands and lowered her lips to his. His lips tasted of salt and mint. She pulled him further into the shallow water. His eyes fluttered opened. “Jess?” His arms moved to grab her. “Have you been dating someone else?” She tried to smile but couldn’t. “This is touching. Say your last goodbyes,” Devin snarled. The sea began to churn and foam around Jess and Nick. It swelled and then seemed to swallow them whole. A moonbeam cut 43

Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner through the ocean and illuminated them in the water. Not a human and a mer, nor two humans, but two mers were visible. When the water receded, Nick stood naked beside her. “What just happened?” Jess looked at him in awe. His body showed none of the signs of damage. “We’re one. Life-bonded.” Nick pulled her closer. “Isn’t that special, but it does not solve your problems, Nick,” Devin said. “I think it does, Devin,” the gray-haired man said as he moved through the group. “Mr. Marin I—” “You didn’t expect me so soon.” Mr. Marin stopped in front of the crowd. “I took care of things for you. ‘By any means necessary’ is what you said. I was helping you out.” Devin nodded to the group of mer and other world creatures behind him. The man looked familiar to Jess. She remembered now, the old man on the sidewalk. “So this is how you treat your brother?” “We need to get the right kind of folks in charge of the council, someone who shares our dislike of things human. To go back to the old days where we ruled and the humans were a source of enjoyment.” “You don’t understand, Devin. Nick and Jessica aren’t the problem, you are. For failure to hold all life sacred you are banished from the mer world until you learn to love something more than your ambition.” “No—” The angry sea engulfed Devin and took him away. When everything and everyone was handled, Mr. Marin turned to Jess and Nick. “Jess, I can wipe your memories of Nick. You can go back to your normal life.” “What would happen to Nick?” Jess placed her hand on his chest to feel his heartbeat. He was safe. She hoped she had the strength to do what was needed. “It depends on your answer.” “I want what’s best for Nick.” She turned toward him and gazed into his eyes. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make him safe.” “Even if it means living without you?” She nodded as the tears streamed down her face. 44

Unexpected Truths, Cheryl Bonner “Mr. Marin, I can’t let you wipe Jess. She’s my sea-heart. I would die without her.” “Then I have no choice.” **** Birds squawking disturbed Jess’ sleep. She rolled and bumped against a warm body. Memories of last night flooded her brain. “Open your eyes, Jess.” Nick’s velvet voice poured over her. “I must be dreaming,” she muttered. His lips brushed across her mouth. Her eyes popped open. “Nick.” She flung herself into his arms. “Not a dream, only the beginning.” He kissed her. She was his. He was hers. Sea-hearts.

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