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As the youngest son of the forsaken king, Tristan of Mernovia’s life changed abruptly when their kingdom was cursed by his father. Centuries later, he will learn that a close friendship will bring the happiness he searched for.

Tiberius Lir longed to be reunited with his family. Only a merman kept him sane under the Devil’s Triangle waters. He will do anything to regain what was rightfully his and to protect the numen who stole his heart.

Everything changed for the friends during a trip to the Bermuda reefs; between assassination attempts, worlds been exposed, and new kingdoms’ allegiances, the mers will find true love beyond the king’s curse.


Genre: 19th Century alternate history, fantasy

Tags: first time, friends-to-lovers, HEA, merman, mershark, m-preg

Content warning: death, explicit sexual content, graphic violence

Word Count: 25,282

EVENT: This story was written as a part of the M/M Romance Group’sLove is an Open Road” event. Group members were asked to write a story prompt inspired by a photo of their choice. Authors of the group selected a photo and prompt that spoke to them and wrote a short story.

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After the disappearance of his beloved at sea, Captain Andrew Callaghan found solace at St. Andrew’s Bay. Years later, a series of attacks to his merchant vessels have him turn into a feared pirate with an assumed death wish.

Washing ashore with no memories of his whereabouts for the last five years, Franco Rodríguez y Rivera knew he had to follow the mythical sextant now in his possession to retrace his forgotten journey.

Together, the men will take sail in hopes to find the truth behind Franco’s affliction. A battle against time, and the West Indies Squadron will show them that a life of adventure awaits beyond their bay.


Genre: 19th Century alternate history, Magical Realism

Tags: 1820’s, HEA, merchants, pirates, reunited, West Indies

Content warning: death, explicit sexual content, graphic violence

Word Count: 24,929

EVENT: This story was written as a part of the M/M Romance Group’sLove is an Open Road” event. Group members were asked to write a story prompt inspired by a photo of their choice. Authors of the group selected a photo and prompt that spoke to them and wrote a short story.

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We have a Tittle & Main Characters

I’m starting to write my second Love is an Open Road story today. I have a basic outline and plan to follow. I’m hoping to be done writing it by the end of Camp NaNoWriMo (April 30th).  I played around with some cover ideas to help me generate the title, but I’ll wait a little to show you those.

Tittle: Beyond the King’s Curse (Gate to the Worlds, #2)

MC #1: Tristan [merman]








MC #2: Tiberius “Tibs” [mershark]



Oops! … I did it Again

I’m not precisely Britney, but at least we are in the same age group.

On April 1st a lonely Love is an Open Road prompt showed and I was unable to resist it. At that point, I was 5,000 words away from finishing St. Andrew’s Bay Chronicles and this poor merman gave me the boost I needed to cross the finish line. In return, I adopted him.

I’m currently working on research & planning and hopefully by next week I’ll have an excerpt. I created a Pinterest board if you want to see what I see.

Here is his backstory,

Dear Author,

Doesn’t this merman look sad and lonely? Can you put a smile on his face?

Matthew Arnold’s 1849 poem The Forsaken Merman tells the story of a merman whose human wife leaves him and their children to return to life on the surface. The haunting final lines of the poem are:

There dwells a loved one,
But cruel is she.
She left lonely for ever
The kings of the sea.

Perhaps the merman in your story is the same one from the poem; perhaps he is a different merman altogether. One thing is for certain: if mermaids keep falling in love with human men, as they do in fairy tales and princess movies, there are going to be a whole lot of single, lonely (and horny?) mermen left in the ocean.

What’s a merman to do?

What will you write? My “favorite” would be a GFY, First-Time or Friends-to-Lovers type of story. But it’s up to you! Sweet romance, kinky merman sex, ménage, MPREG, shifters, tentacle porn— all fine. My only requirement is that one MC be a merman and the other MC(s) be, if not mermen, at least non-human. And of course, a happy ending!

Update: St. Andrew’s Bay Chronicles

First, I apologize for not updating you more often, but I got distracted by the story. Second, …

Currently, St. Andrew’s Bay Chronicles is under beta read and the cover is ready. Therefore, I should be submitting it with plenty of time. I joined Camp NaNoWriMo at the beginning of April and it’s working pretty well. I’m also sprinting on Facebook with a group of great writers to get the word counts going.

There’s not much else in this front. I’ll let you know when final edits are completed.

Enjoy the excerpt below, see you all soon.

By the time they made it back to port, the constable was waiting. The raging fire gave them away. Perhaps Andrew could jump overboard without calling much attention. He really disliked all the formalities of his stature. He just wanted to be left with his sorrow as his only companion. The last couple of days away from his sanctuary had taken a toll on his demeanor. Not that he was a friendly lad, but at least when alone he had a chance to enjoy his thoughts. With the storm season getting closer, the Valero’s trips to the other islands were going to be limited. He was ready to mourn his love in peace, without pretending to be anything other than a common pirate. Only one more challenge before his escape could be complete.

“Permission to come aboard, Captain Callaghan.”

And there went his last hope. He should be used to it by now, but every time he heard the man’s voice, he felt a strong need to mock him.  The constable tried very hard to impress everyone with his Spanish accent, but everyone on the island knew he was as criollo as any of them. At least Andrew got the deep tone of his Irish ancestors tamed enough that no one could tell he was not another American in the New World.

“Granted,” Andrew responded. “My valued constable, glad to see you this afternoon,” Andrew said as a greeting to the infuriating man.

“Tales of another killing precedes you, Captain.”

“I am becoming suspicious of your ability to find the truth so easily, Constable Villa Real.”

“Ah. So it is true.”

“Indeed. I had to defend the Valero from a ruthless captain and his crew. As always, we tried to avoid their ship, but were unsuccessful in the endeavor.”

“I see, and you boarding their ship was just your way to get away from them, correct?”

“Yes. You know me so well, Constable. I offered myself in exchange for the safety of my crew and was allowed on board. Unfortunately, they instantly tried to kill me. I just defended myself.”

“And your men followed you?”

“Yes, they are just a great group, my mates.”

“Very well, Captain. I see you are being as helpful as always. I will talk with the prisoners and your crew at a later time. In the meantime, please try not to kill.” And with that, the constable walked away.