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ANNOUNCEMENT: The Guppy Prince, by C.W. Gray

QSFer C.W. Gray has a new MM paranormal romance out, book one in the “Silver Isles” series: “The Guppy Prince.”

Dover Rees is a guppy tailed merman and the youngest child of the King of the Southern Silver Isles. Despite the lofty title, he fits in better with the other guppy tailed working class than with his royal siblings. Dover spends his days secluded in his creek, successfully avoiding the King’s court and all the judgmental nobles there. Then, the most wonderous and horrible thing happens. He hears the mating call and knows his alpha is waiting for him.

Ben Elliot is just a human trying to get by in a small tourist beach town. He has his art and a few good friends, and that should be enough, right? Wrong. Coming home to a quiet house and an empty bed starts to wear on him, but none of the omegas he knows appeal to him. Until a storm knocks him off his fishing boat and he’s rescued by a mysterious, blue-haired omega.

Together, Dover and Ben forge a bond strong enough to stand against the storm of corrupt lords, court politics, and a cursed king.

Author’s Note: Around 47,000 words. This is a paranormal, merman, mpreg insta-love story with no angst and no cheating, just a HEA. There are a few potty mouths, so beware. 18+ readers only, please. It is book one in The Silver Isles series.

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Excerpt

Dover Rees floated in the deepest part of his creek, enjoying the rushing sound of the waterfall to his right. Sunlight filtered through the water, glinting off the deep blue of his guppy tail. His thin and delicate caudal fin spread out like an elegant fan, dancing through the warm water as he swayed. 

His favorite smooth and colorful pebbles were strewn around below him, and he admired the shells he had collected and placed beside them. Dover breathed deeply and enjoyed the peace and quiet. No one mocked him or bossed him around. No one watched him with cold eyes and hidden smirks. I wish I could stay here forever. 

Sudden movement beside him jarred him from his thoughts and he laughed when Chubber grabbed a bright pink stone in his small brown paws and swam away. Dover’s otter friend liked to steal Dover’s shinies then share them with him again later.

A brook trout swam past him and Dover debated grabbing it for an early lunch, but he wasn’t too hungry yet. Lately, he’d been eating less and less, and he couldn’t make himself care. 

The quiet water around him hummed as Nami quickly swam to him. His best friend’s guppy tail was a lovely pink pattern with black dots, and her short black hair floated around her head. The cat with a mermaid tail on her black tankini top made him smile. He loved her purr-maid shirts. 

“Have you eaten today, Your Highness?” she asked. 

Dover scowled. “Don’t call me that.”

“When you’re acting like a pouting asswipe, that’s what you get called.”

Nami wrapped her arms around him and settled her head on his shoulder. “What’s wrong with you, Dover?”

Dover had no answer for her. All he knew was he felt empty inside and it was harder and harder to get up in the morning. “I think I ate some bad clams.”

“Every day for the past two months?” Nami leaned back and glared at him, her dark eyes seeing right through him.

Chubber came to his rescue, swimming in between them and wrapping his lean body across Dover’s shoulders. “Chubber wants to get a snack.”

Nami sighed, bubbles filling the water around her. “Mom is in your cottage making lunch. You’re worrying us, bluetail.” 

Dover stroked a hand through her hair, then shoved her down and pushed up, swimming toward the surface.

“Damn it!” Nami swam after him.

He laughed, heart warming. Someone cares about me. It wasn’t his family, but Nami and her mom were closer to him than his parents or any of his twelve siblings. 

Chubber clung to his back and nibbled on his ear until he mentally apologized. Chubber cared about him the most.

His creek was deep, but it didn’t take him long to reach the surface. Shauna waited for them on the shore, hands on her hips. Chubber’s mother, Shell, stood on her hind legs beside the mermaid, chirping loudly. Uh oh. He really was in trouble. 

“You didn’t eat breakfast, did you?” The wind blew strands of Shauna’s pink hair across her face, ruining her glare.

“Sorry, Shauna.”

She sighed. “I made your favorite.”

“Grilled shrimp salad?” Dover’s stomach rumbled.

“With avocado, papaya, mango, and pineapple. All your favorites.”

Shauna gave him a soft look. “Come eat, bluetail.”

Dover summoned his human legs and a few seconds later, walked out of the creek, naked, with Chubber clinging to his shoulder. Shauna handed him a deep teal sarong, and he tied it about his waist. 

Shell crawled up his leg and into his arms, then rubbed her slick furry face against his. She was a bit heavier than Chubber, but he was still a baby.

“Why does he get all the loving?” Nami asked, grumbling as she tied a sarong around her own waist. 

Dover chuckled when Shauna arched an eyebrow at her daughter. “Did you say something, sweetness?”

“No, ma’am,” Nami said, wincing. 

“You two come eat lunch.” Shauna turned around and walked toward Dover’s large cottage. 

Dover closed his eyes for a moment and savored the feel of the moss-covered rocks under his feet, and the comfortable breeze quickly drying his curly blue hair. He loved his home so much. It was his sanctuary.


Author Bio

While I’ve been writing since I was a child, I’ve only been self-publishing since October 2018. I write lighthearted stories with mpreg, very little angst, and a guaranteed HEA.

Author Websitehttps://cwgray-author.com
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