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Brave individuals who travel beyond safe beaches have been plagued by terrible stories of sirens with deadly beauty and tunes that steal brains for as long as ships have flown. Presuming the life of young Captain Seraphine's father, a seasoned sailor washed ashore with unusual, magical tattoos scorched into his skin, these terrible tales For Seraphine, these tales have little significance; however, when she finds her father's abandoned ship floating on the sea, she understands there is only one path forward—to learn what happened and honor his name.

But no one dares to join her on her journey because they believe curses follow women near water. Equipped with her father's blueprints and an iron will, Seraphine sails alone across the Seven Seas to meet the relentless storms, ghostly whispers, and forbidden waters. But one beautiful night her net catches an injured merman fighting the iron threads instead of fish.

Uncertain but fascinated, Seraphine lets him aboard without knowing that this unusual creature bears the keys to the darkness she is searching for. Between loyalty to his community and developing love for Seraphine, Rowan, the merman, finds himself divided. They negotiate a dangerous half-truth territory where the sea and heavens entwine in a maze of secrets together. With every wave, Seraphine is approaching the truth even at a cost. Old powers seeking to claim both of them draw their attention as they walk farther.

The Merman's Lure offers a horrible tale of love, dishonesty, and the thin line separating mankind from mythology, therefore it forces Seraphine to choose whether the answers she searches are worth the darkness they unleash.

Tempest Bound: The Mermen's Lure

<p>The Horizon's Call sailed ahead into seas that bore the serene, yet terrible, guise of peace following the storm. But under the mild surge and tender touch of the early tide, the water murmured secrets and cautions in accents only the initiated could hear. Rowan was at her side as Seraphine stood on the deck as the sun rose steadily into a clean, cloudless sky. Their quiet was heated, an unsaid knowledge that even in triumph the deep-seated secrets and dangers were just waiting to come back.</p>

<p>As they watched the horizon, where a thin haze appeared to blur the line between sea and sky, the air was chilly and stinging. Seraphine noticed the first waves of discomfort in that transitional state. The Coral Crown still rested mostly on her brow, its ancient enchantment now braided into her being. Every pulse of the relic reflected a force beyond human knowledge, as the call of the ocean grew louder with each heartbeat.</p>

Notes from the Underground