Mermaid’s Return Omnibus
Complete Trilogy in one book
A young mermaid swimming through the kelp of the deep ocean feels an urge to return to land. Her salt-cycle is ending and her land-cycle must begin, to find a mate and produce a daughter. Sirens have followed these cycles for generations uncounted: it is the only way for the species to survive.
So Mira swims north, back to the east coast of Canada where she entered the water—how many years ago? The Salt has washed that memory from her mind. The only thing she remembers is that she must attract a mate without using her siren’s voice.
Follow Mira as she returns to Saltford, struggles to integrate into human society, and ultimately has to make some hard decisions. Can she resist using her voice to lure Nathan? Can she cope when tragedy strikes? And strikes again?
This series stands alone, but is also the prequel to Born of Water and The Siren’s Curse trilogy. Together the seven books build a new and unexpected vision of merfolk. Dive in to Mermaid’s Return and start at the very beginning.
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Excellent first book by a talented writer!! I absolutely LOVED this story!! This is one of those rare, graceful tales that continues to pepper you with delightful surprises along the way, a few harrowing moments and tons of originality. This is the kind of book that when you step away from it, you want to find your way back to it because it draws you in and hooks you on all fronts – from the story, to the characters, to the intriguing situations. Returning is a wonderful first story by a very talented writer, and I am very excited to see what’s next!
Mermaid's Return
Series Complete
Follow Mira, a mermaid, as she returns to land, struggles to integrate into human society, find a mate, and ultimately has to make some hard decisions. Can she cope when tragedy strikes? And strikes again?
Read an Excerpt
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It was time to leave the ocean. My mother had warned me the call would come. She said every mermaid thinks it’ll never happen to them. Life is too good in the salty water, who would ever want to go back to land? But the salt will eventually trigger a siren’s desire to procreate, and my time was up. I was swimming through a kelp forest when the realization struck; weaving between the tall stems, the fronds tickling my tail like fingers as I swam by. I didn’t know how many years I’d been at sea, I didn’t even know how old I was anymore. The salt had faded my human memories almost into oblivion; they seemed more like long ago dreams than actual events from my past.
For weeks I’d been swimming north, instinct taking me back to the shores I last stood on when I had legs and feet instead of a powerful tail. As the temperature of the water dropped, the ocean life changed from bright and tropical to the simpler, less flashy hues of the North Atlantic. I remembered this kelp forest, I’d been here before. It’s the last one before the long stretch to the shores of Atlantic Canada.
The taste of diesel in the water told me I was approaching a shipping lane and I descended to cleaner, darker water. Here, the sharks were many, some of them triple my size. I swam without fear. Sharks have never given me a reason to fear them. At least, not so far. We passed each other at a respectful distance.
As I descend to the sandy marine floor, a shape loomed. The tail end of a shipwreck. There are millions of shipwrecks in the world’s oceans, and exploring them is one of my greatest pleasures. As I approached, my eyes widened. I’ve seen many wrecks, but most are small and not much more than junk. This wreck is a leviathan. I tried to remember if I’d ever seen one so big. I drifted over the ocean liner, calculating its size against The Titanic. No, The Titanic was bigger. But still, this ship must have been palatial in its day.
As I swam the more than half-kilometre length, my eyes took in the collapsed hull, the crushed ruin of her stern, the exposed ribs of iron beams and timbers, and the jutting bow… still proud. Curiosity tugged at me. It would be so easy to stay and explore. A gaping slash in the bow beckoned me, an easy entry point. How I wanted to swim through the crew’s quarters, examine the crushed hallways, shattered chandeliers, and elaborately decorated but rotted ballrooms. This kind of wreck was full of wonder.
Once I’ve found a wreck, I never forget where it is. The ocean was my playground. I pushed the curiosity aside and kept swimming. The hulking wreck disappeared behind me. I promised myself I’d visit her another day. Finding a mate is the most important thing right now, and to do that, I needed to return to the place I last lived as a human. The coastal city of Saltford.
