She swallowed and pushed away from the rock beneath her feet. Treading water now, she let the rocking of the waves pull her closer to Sheaar. Becky was a strong swimmer, like anyone who grew up beside the sea, though a little voice at the back of her head was screaming at her now. The thing was, it wasn’t the little voice that warned her against doing dangerous things, no. It wasn’t the voice that could cut through any drunken haze when she was considering climbing that wall or jumping that gap or swimming in that water. It sounded a lot more like the little voice that warned her against doing unfeminine things, that warned her not to dwell on certain dreams and not to spend time with certain girls.

It definitely didn’t like this girl, that was for certain.

A Little Night Swimming is available now from Forbidden Fiction, from their site (99c), Amazon ($1.12), and ARe (99c).

It’s a short story (4200 words) and it’s f/f, a coupling I haven’t dabbled in since Three Crow Press.  And as you may have gathered from the cover, it’s about a mermaid!